If All Were Rich, Gold Would Be

Corruption Springs From Light: 'tis One Same Power Creates, Preserves, Destroys; Matter Whereon It Works, On E'er Self-transmutative Form, Common To Now The Living, Now The Dead.

We Live Not To Ourselves, Our Work Is Life.

The Truth Of Truths Is Love.

There Is No Surer Mark Of The Absence Of The Highest Moral And Intellectual Qualities Than A Cold Reception Of Excellence.

America, Thou Half-brother Of The World; With Something Good And Bad Of Every Land.