May Is A Pious Fraud Of The

Large Charity Doth Never Soil, But Only Whitens Soft White Hands.

Whoever Can Endure Unmixed Delight, Whoever Can Tolerate Music And Painting And Poetry All In One, Whoever Wishes To Be Rid Of Thought And To Let The Busy Anvils Of The Brain Be Silent For A Time, Let Him Read In The "faery Queen."

Good Luck Is The Willing Handmaid Of Upright, Energetic Character, And Conscientious Observance Of Duty.

To Be Young Is Surely The Best, If The Most Precarious, Gift Of Life.

Tyrants Are But The Spawn Of Ignorance, Begotten By The Slaves They Trample On.