Be Thy Sleep Silent As Night Is,

Ambition's Cradle Oftenest Is Its Grave

Fear Is The Virtue Of Slaves; But The Heart That Loveth Is Willing.

Think Of Your Woods And Orchards Without Birds! Of Empty Nests That Cling To Boughs And Beams As In An Idiot's Brain Remembered Words Hang Empty 'mid The Cobwebs Of His Dreams!

A Single Conversation Across The Table With A Wise Man Is Better Than Ten Years Mere Study Of Books.

Let Him Not Boast Who Puts His Armor On As He Who Puts It Off, The Battle Done.