Echo Waits With Art And Care And

Can Anything Be So Elegant As To Have Few Wants, And To Serve Them One's Self?

Whoever Fights, Whoever Falls, Justice Conquers Evermore

The Craft With Which The World Is Made Runs Also Into The Mind And Character Of Men. No Man Is Quite Sane; Each Has A Vein Of Folly In His Composition, A Slight Determination Of Blood To The Head, To Make Sure Of Holding Him Hard To Some One Point Which Nature Has Taken To Heart.

A Certain Awkwardness Marks The Use Of Borrowed Thoughts; But As Soon As We Have Learned What To Do With Them, They Become Our Own.

For What Are They All In Their High Conceit, When Man In The Bush With God May Meet?