Mere Bashfulness Without Merit Is Awkwardness.

There Is Nothing That Makes Its Way More Directly Into The Soul Than Beauty.

The Dawn Is Overcast, The Morning Lowers, And Heavily In Clouds Brings On The Day, The Great, The Important Day, Big With The Fate Of Cato And Of Rome.

The Infusion Of A China Plant Sweetened With The Pith Of An Indian Cane.

The Unassuming Youth Seeking Instruction With Humility Gains Good Fortune.

All Of Heaven We Have Below.