The Fruit Derived From Labor Is The

Clarity Is The Counterbalance Of Profound Thoughts.

The Art Of Pleasing Is The Art Of Deception.

We Are Forced To Respect The Gifts Of Nature, Which Study And Fortune Cannot Give.

And Where, On Earth, Dwell Hope And Truth? In Childhood's Uncorrupted Heart; Alas! Too Soon To Guileless Youth The World Doth Its Dark Code Impart!

It Is Easy To Criticize An Author, But Difficult To Appreciate Him.