A Wise Skepticism Is The First Attribute

The Fireflies O'er The Meadow In Pulses Come And Go.

The Ultimate Result Of Protecting Fools From Their Folly Is To Fill The Planet Full Of Fools.

Great Truths Are Portions Of The Soul Of Man; Great Souls Are Portions Of Eternity.

And What Is So Rare As A Day In June? Then, If Ever, Come Perfect Days.

A Friendship Counting Nearly Forty Years Is The Finest Kind Of Shade-tree I Know.