Philanthropy, Like Charity, Must Begin At Home.

No Eye To Watch, And No Tongue To Wound Us, All Earth Forgot, And All Heaven Around Us.

Let Us Live For The Beauty Of Our Own Reality.

We Grow Gray In Our Spirit Long Before We Grow Gray In Our Hair.

I Can Scarce Bring Myself To Believe, That I Am Admitted To A Familiar Correspondence, And All The License Of Friendship, With A Man Who Writes Blank Verse Like Milton.

Our Spirits Grow Gray Before Our Hairs.