Every Sin Provokes Its Punishment.

A Check On Itself, Evil Subserves The Economies Of Good, As It Were A Condiment To Give Relish To Good.

Despair Snuffs The Sun From The Firmament.

Friendship Is A Plant That Loves The Sun, Thrives Ill Under Clouds.

A State, A Community, Caring First For All Its Children, Providing Amply For Their Spiritual As For Their Temporal Well-being, Has Organized The Primitive Eden.

Sympathy Wanting, All Is Wanting; Its Personal Magnetism Is The Conductor Of The Sacred Spark That Lights Our Atoms, Puts Us M Human Communion, And Gives Us To Company, Conversation, And Ourselves.