There Are Wonders In True

Affection Should Not Be Too Sharp Eyed, And Love Is Not Made By Magnifying Glasses.

Do The Devils Lie? No; For Then Even Hell Could Not Subsist.

Where I Cannot Satisfy My Reason, I Love To Humour My Fancy.

But Man Is A Noble Animal, Splendid In Ashes, And Pompous In The Grave, Solemnizing Nativities And Deaths With Equal Lustre, Nor Omitting Ceremonies Of Bravery, In The Infamy Of His Nature. Life Is A Pure Flame, And We Live By An Invisible Sun Within Us.

How Shall We Expect Charity Towards Others, When We Are Uncharitable To Ourselves?