The Soul Of The Christian

I Hate Every Violent Overthrow, Because As Much Is Destroyed As Is Gained By It.

When She Sees The Leaves Fall, They Raise No Other Idea In Her Mind Than That Winter Is Approaching.

He Who Does Not Stretch Himself According To The Coverlet Finds His Feet Uncovered.

Superstition Is Part Of The Poetry Of Life.

A Talent Is Formed In Stillness, A Character In The World's Torrent.