The Thoughts You Think Will

Most Creatures Have A Vague Belief That A Very Precarious Hazard, A Kind Of Transparent Membrane, Divides Death From Love; And That The Profound Idea Of Nature Demands That The Giver Of Life Should Die At The Moment Of Giving.

Happiness Is Rarely Absent; It Is We That Know Not Of Its Presence.

The Value Of Ourselves Is But The Value Of Our Melancholy And Our Disquiet.

Sacrifice May Be A Flower That Virtue Will Pluck On Its Road, But It Was Not To Gather This Flower That Virtue Set Forth On Its Travels.

Our Reason May Prove What It Will: Our Reason Is Only A Feeble Ray That Has Issued From Nature.