When You Have No Basis

Nature Herself Has Imprinted On The Minds Of All The Idea Of God

What Is Dishonestly Got Vanishes In Profligacy.

For If That Last Day Does Not Occasion An Entire Extinction, But A Change Of Abode Only, What Can Be More Desirable? And If It, On The Other Hand, Destroys And Absolutely Puts An End To Us, What Can Be Preferable To Having A Deep Sleep Fall On Us In The Midst Of The Fatigues Of Life And, Being Thus Overtaken, To Sleep To Eternity?

It Is Not A Virtue, But A Deceptive Copy And Imitation Of Virtue, When We Are Led To The Performance Of Duty By Pleasure As Its Recompense.

Time Obliterates The Fictions Of Opinion And Confirms The Decisions Of Nature.