Labor Humanizes, Exalts.

Truth Is Inclusive Of All The Virtues, Is Older Than Sects And Schools, And, Like Charity, More Ancient Than Mankind.

Health, Longevity, Beauty, Are Other Names For Personal Purity; And Temperance Is The Regimen For All.

The Fable Runs That The Gods Mix Our Pains And Pleasure In One Cup, And Thus Mingle For Us The Adulterate Immortality Which We Alone Are Permitted Here To Enjoy. Voluptuous Raptures, Could We Prolong These At Pleasure, Would Dissipate And Dissolve Us. A Sip Is The Most That Mortals Are Permitted From Any Goblet Of Delight.

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

Genius--the Free And Harmonious Play Of All The Faculties Of A Human Being.