True Wit Never Made Us Laugh.

The World Leaves No Track In Space, And The Greatest Action Of Man No Mark In The Vast Idea.

Where There Is No Vision A People Perish.

Imagination Is A Very High Sort Of Seeing.

God Said, I Am Tired Of Kings, I Suffer Them No More; Up To My Ear This Morning Brings The Outrage Of The Poor.

The Squirrel Hoards Nuts And The Bee Gathers Honey, Without Knowing What They Do, And They Are Thus Provided For Without Selfishness Or Disgrace.