Day's Lustrous Eyes Grow Heavy In Sweet

Life Is Earnest, Art Is Gay.

The Zeal Of Friends It Is That Razes Me, And Not The Hate Of Enemies.

What's Old Collapses, Times Change, And New Life Blossoms In The Ruins.

Freedom Exists Only With Power.

Man Is Made Of The Wholly Common, And Custom Is His Nurse; Woe Then To Them Who Lay Irreverent Hands On His Old House-furniture, The Dear Inheritance From His Forefathers: For Time Consecrates, And What Is Gray With Age Becomes Religion.