The Noblest Service Comes From Nameless Hands;

The Only Condition Of Peace In This World Is To Have No Ideas, Or, At Least Not To Express Them.

You Hear That Boy Laughing?you Think He's All Fun; But The Angels Laugh, Too, At The Good He Has Done; The Children Laugh Loud As They Troop To His Call, And The Poor Man That Knows Him Laughs Loudest Of All.

Blood Is A Destiny. One's Genius Descends In The Stream From Long Lines Of Ancestry.

Eloquence May Set Fire To Reason.

Any Tax Is A Discouragement And Therefore A Regulation So Far As It Goes.