Gray Hairs Seem To My Fancy Like

Humankind's Chief Fault Is That They Have So Many Small Ones.

Nations And Men Are Only The Best When They Are The Gladdest, And Deserve Heaven When They Enjoy It.

With So Many Thousand Joys, Is It Not Black Ingratitude To Call The World A Place Of Sorrow And Torment?

If Self-knowledge Is The Road To Virtue, So Is Virtue Still More The Road To Self-knowledge.

Jesus Is The Purest Among The Mighty, And The Mightiest Among The Pure, Who, With His Pierced Hand Has Raised Empires From Their Foundations, Turned The Stream Of History From Its Old Channel, And Still Continues To Rule And Guide The Ages