Let Us Savour The Swift Delights Of

Kindness Is Virtue Itself.

Sad Is His Lot, Who, Once At Least In His Life, Has Not Been A Poet.

Man Is God By His Faculty For Thought.

Friendship, Sweet-resting Place Of The Soul, The Gloaming Wherein Our Hearts Find Peace.

Man Is Born Barbarous--he Is Ransomed From The Condition Of Beasts Only By Being Cultivated.