Who Is There That, In

A Man's Religion Consists, Not Of The Many Things He Is In Doubt Of And Tries To Believe, But Of The Few He Is Assured Of And Has No Need Of Effort For Believing.

We Remove Mountains, And Make Seas Our Smooth Highway; Nothing Can Resist Us. We War With Rude Nature; And, By Our Resistless Engines, Come Off Always Victorious, And Loaded With Spoils.

Out Of The Lowest Depths There Is A Path To The Loftiest Heights.

With Stupidity And Sound Digestion, Man May Front Much.

Naps Are A Way Of Traveling Painlessly Through Time Into The Future.