and will
not be
exposed.
Every man
is an
impossibility
until he
is born;
every
thing
impossible
until we
see a
success.
The ardors
of piety
agree at
last with
the
coldest
skepticism,
– that
nothing is
of us or
our works,
– that all
is of God.
Nature
will not
spare us
the
smallest
leaf of
laurel.
All
writing
comes by
the grace
of God,
and all
doing and
having. I
would
gladly be
moral and
keep due
metes and
bounds,
which I
dearly
