Only To Youth Will Spring Be Spring.

We Do Not Count A Man's Years Until He Has Nothing Else To Count.

Respect The Child. Be Not Too Much His Parent. Trespass Not On His Solitude.

Where Do We Find Ourselves? In A Series Of Which We Do Not Know The Extremes, And Believe That It Has None. We Wake And Find Ourselves On A Stair; There Are Stairs Below Us, Which We Seem To Have Ascended; There Are Stairs Above Us, Many A One, Which Go Upward And Out Of Sight.

The Shot Heard Round The World.

Manners Are The Happy Ways Of Doing Things; Each Once A Stroke Of Genius Or Of Love, Now Repeated And Hardened Into Usage.