See Only That Thou Work And Thou

With Thought, With The Ideal, Is Immortal Hilarity, The Rose Of Joy. Round It All The Muses Sing.

Society Is A Masked Ball, Where Every One Hides His Real Character, And Reveals It By Hiding.

Don't Set Out To Teach Theism From Your Natural History... You Spoil Both.

To The Poet, To The Philosopher, To The Saint, All Things Are Friendly And Sacred, All Events Profitable, All Days Holy, All Men Divine.

Every Man In His Lifetime Needs To Thank His Faults.