The End Crowneth The Work.

All My Possessions For A Moment Of Time.

I Have No Desire To Make Windows Into Men's Souls.

Mr. Doctor, That Loose Gown Becomes You So Well I Wonder Your Notions Should Be So Narrow.

Words Are Leaves, The Substance Consists Of Deeds, Which Are The True Fruits Of A Good Tree.

The True Sin Against The Holy Ghost Is Ingratitude.