The World Knows Only Two, That's Rome

Nothing Is A Courtesy Unless It Be Meant Us, And That Friendly And Lovingly. We Owe No Thanks To Rivers That They Carry Our Boats, Or Winds That They Be Favoring And Fill Our Sails, Or Meats That They Be Nourishing; For These Are What They Are Necessarily. Horses Carry Us, Trees Shade Us; But They Know It Not.

God Wisheth None Should Wreck On A Strange Shelf: To Him Man's Dearer Than To Himself.

If All You Boast Of Your Great Art Be True; Sure, Willing Poverty Lives Most In You.

How Ready Is Heaven To Those That Pray!

For He That Once Is Good, Is Ever Great.