Calmness Is The Cradle Of Power.

A Noble Deed Is A Step Towards Heaven.

There Is No Truth Which Personal Vice Will Not Distort.

A Fit Of Anger Is As Fatal To Dignity As A Dose Of Arsenic Is To Life.

We Live In The Future. Even The Happiness Of The Present Is Made Up Mostly Of That Delightful Discontent Which The Hope Of Better Things Inspires.

Music Was A Thing Of The Soul — A Rose-lipped Shell That Murmured Of The Eternal Sea — A Strange Bird Singing The Songs Of Another Shore.