Men Are But Children Of A Larger

Happy The Man, And Happy He Alone, He, Who Can Call Today His Own.

Beware Of The Fury Of The Patient Man.

As One That Neither Seeks, Nor Shuns His Foe.

Youth, Beauty, Graceful Action Seldom Fail: But Common Interest Always Will Prevail; And Pity Never Ceases To Be Shown To Him Who Makes The People's Wrongs His Own.

Love Reckons Hours For Months, And Days For Years; And Every Little Absence Is An Age.