A world where nothing is had for nothing.
Grace is given of god, but knowledge is bought in the market.
Thou shalt not covet; but tradition approves all forms of competition.
It fortifies my soul to know That, though I perish, Truth is so: That, howsoe'er I stray and range, Whate'er I do, Thou dost not change. I steadier step when I recall That, if I slip Thou dost not fall.
If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars.
And almost everyone when age, disease, or sorrows strike him, inclines to think there is a God, or something very like him.