The Eye Is The Notebook Of The

No Man Can Produce Great Things Who Is Not Thoroughly Sincere In Dealing With Himself, Who Would Not Exchange The Finest Show For The Poorest Reality, Who Does Not So Love His Work That He Is Not Only Glad To Give Himself For It, But Finds Rather A Gain Than A Sacrifice In The Surrender.

Earth's Noblest Thing,-a Woman Perfected.

Of My Merit On That Pint You Yourself May Jedge: All Is, I Never Drink No Sperit, Nor I Haint Never Signed No Pledge.

Not Suffering, But Faint Heart, Is Worst Of Woes.

Love Lives On, And Hath A Power To Bless When They Who Loved Are Hidden In The Grave.