May God us keep From Single vision and Newton's sleep.
I am under the direction of messengers from Heaven daily and nightly.
Life delights in life.
Lives in eternity's sun rise.
Nature in darkness groans and men are bound to sullen contemplation in the night: restless they turn on beds of sorrow; in their inmost brain feeling the crushing wheels, they rise, they write the bitter words of stern philosophy and knead the bread of knowledge with tears and groans.
Nothing can be more contemptible than to suppose Public Records to be true.