Come, Let Me Know What

Piety Is The Only Proper And Adequate Relief Of Decaying Man. He That Grows Old Without Religions Hopes, As He Declines Into Imbecility, And Feels Pains And Sorrows Incessantly Crowding Upon Him, Falls Into A Gulf Of Bottomless Misery, In Which Every Reflection Must Plunge Him Deeper And Deeper.

The Process Is The Reality.

Such Seems To Be The Disposition Of Man, That Whatever Makes A Distinction Produces Rivalry.

An Epithet Or Metaphor Drawn From Nature Ennobles Art; An Epithet Or Metaphor Drawn From Art Degrades Nature.

Life Cannot Subsist In Society But By Reciprocal Concessions.