Equanimity Is The Gem In Virtue's Chaplet,

Nor Do We Accept, As Genuine The Person Not Characterized By This Blushing Bashfulness, This Youthfulness Of Heart, This Sensibility To The Sentiment Of Suavity And Self-respect. Modesty Is Bred Of Self-reverence. Fine Manners Are The Mantle Of Fair Minds. None Are Truly Great Without This Ornament.

Memory Marks The Horizon Of Our Consciousness, Imagination Its Zenith.

Pity The Mother Who Assumes The Name Without Being All This Implies!

Genius Has Oftenest Been The Pariah Of His Time, The Unhoused God Whom None Cared For, Unnamed Till They Whom He First Promoted, Enriched And Honored, Found It Honorable To Own Their Benefactor.

Our Friends Interpret The World And Ourselves To Us, If We Take Them Tenderly And Truly.