In The Morn Of Life We Are

Vast Objects Of Remote Altitude Must Be Looked At A Long While Before They Are Ascertained. Ages Are The Telescope Tubes That Must Be Lengthened Out For Shakespeare; And Generations Of Men Serve But A Single Witness To His Claims.

A Little Praise Is Good For A Shy Temper; It Teaches It To Rely On The Kindness Of Others.

O What A Thing Is Age! Death Without Death's Quiet.

Democracy Is Always The Work Of Kings. Ashes, Which In Themselves Are Sterile, Fertilize The Land They Are Cast Upon.

There Are Proud Men Of So Much Delicacy That It Almost Conceals Their Pride, And Perfectly Excuses It.