Read nature; nature is a friend to truth.
When men of infamy to grandeur soar, They light a torch to show their shame the more.
A Christian is the highest style of man.
Man wants but little, nor that little long; How soon must he resign his very dust, Which frugal nature lent him for an hour!
The blood will follow where the knife is driven, The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear.
The future... seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie, long in the baking, never quite done