Experience Of Actual Fact Either Teaches Fools

No Ghost Was Every Seen By Two Pair Of Eyes.

Literature Is The Thought Of Thinking Souls.

To The Mean Eye All Things Are Trivial, As Certainly As To The Jaundiced They Are Yellow.

The Wise Man Is But A Clever Infant, Spelling Letters From A Hieroglyphical Prophetic Book, The Lexicon Of Which Lies In Eternity.

What Is Nature? Art Thou Not The Living Government Of God? O Heaven, Is It In Very Deed He Then That Ever Speaks Through Thee, That Lives And Loves In Thee, That Lives And Loves In Me?