The Health Of The Eye Demands A

I Will Not Live Out Of Me I Will Not See With Others' Eyes My Good Is Good, My Evil Ill I Would Be Free.

Poverty, Frost, Famine, Rain, Disease, Are The Beadles And Guardsmen That Hold Us To Common Sense.

Nothing Can Work Damage To Me Except Myself; The Harm That I Sustain I Carry About With Me And Never Am A Real Sufferer Except By My Own Fault.

The Poorest Experience Is Rich Enough For All The Purposes Of Expressing Thought

O Lord! Unhappy Is The Man Whom Man Can Make Unhappy.