Consult Duty Not Events.

But I Have Sinuous Shells Of Pearly Hue Within, And They That Lustre Have Imbibed In The Sun's Palace-porch, Where When Unyoked Chariot-wheel Stands Midway In The Wave: Shake One, And It Awakens; Then Apply Its Polisht Lips To Your Attentive Ear, And It Remembers Its August Abodes, And Murmurs As The Ocean Murmurs There.

Absurdities Are Great Or Small In Proportion To Custom Or Insuetude.

Ridicule Has Followed The Vestiges Of Truth, But Never Usurped Her Place.

The Writing Of The Wise Are The Only Riches Our Posterity Cannot Squander.

What Is Companionship Where Nothing That Improves The Intellect Is Communicated, And Where The Larger Heart Contracts Itself To The Model And Dimension Of The Smaller?