To-morrow Will Give Some Food

I Hate All Children Of Precocious Talent.

The Rabble Estimate Few Things According To Their Real Value, Most Things According To Their Prejudices.

No Wise Man Has Called A Change Of Opinion In Constancy.

Tomorrow Will Give Us Something To Think About

Should This My Firm Persuasion Of The Soul's Immortality Prove To Be A Mere Delusion, It Is At Least A Pleasing Delusion, And I Will Cherish It To My Last Breath.