Both read the Bible day and night, but thou read black where I read white.

All futurity seems teeming with endless destruction never to be repelled; Desperate remorse swallows the present in a quenchless rage.

General good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocite, flatterer.

Without Unceasing Practice nothing can be done. Practice is Art. If you leave off you are lost.

The generations of men run on in the tide of time, but leave their destined lineaments permanent for ever and ever.

Time is the mercy of Eternity; without Time's swiftness Which is the swiftest of all things, all were eternal torment.

Art is the tree of life. Science is the tree of death.