Pain And Disease Awaken Us To Convictions

The Disturbers Of Our Happiness, In This World, Are Our Desires, Our Griefs, And Our Fears.

Corneille Is To Shakespeare As A Clipped Hedge Is To A Forest.

The Belief Of Immortality Is Impressed Upon All Men, And All Men Act Under An Impression Of It, However They May Talk, And Though, Perhaps, They May Be Scarcely Sensible Of It.

Laws Teach Us To Know When We Commit Injury And When We Suffer It.

It Is A Hopeless Endeavour To Unite The Contrarieties Of Spring And Winter; It Is Unjust To Claim The Privileges Of Age, And Retain The Play-things Of Childhood.