It Is Difficult To Know At What

Let Us Be Merciful As Well As Just.

Nature Is A Revelation Of God; Art A Revelation Of Man.

Our Hearts Are Lamps For Ever Burning.

The Smoking Flax Before It Burst To Flame Was Quenched By Death, And Broken The Bruised Reed.

The Mind Of The Scholar, If You Would Have It Large And Liberal, Should Come In Contact With Other Minds. It Is Better That His Armor Should Be Somewhat Bruised By Rude Encounters Even, Than Hang Forever Rusting On The Wall.