The Old Echoes Are Long In Dying.

There Is Always The Possibility Of Beauty Where There Is An Unsealed Human Eye; Of Music Where There Is An Unstopped Human Ear; And Of Inspiration Where There Is A Receptive Human Spirit.

The Old Echoes Are Long In Dying.

Purposelessness Is The Fruitful Mother Of Crime.

The Man Who Lives By Himself And For Himself Is Likely To Be Corrupted By The Company He Keeps.

Virtue Is Safe Only When It Is Inspired.