That Best Academy, A Mother's Knee.

A Weed Is No More Than A Flower In Disguise.

There Is No Self-delusion More Fatal Than That Which Makes The Conscience Dreamy With The Anodyne Of Lofty Sentiments, While The Life Is Groveling And Sensual

Not Only Around Our Infancy Doth Heaven With All Its Splendors Lie; Daily, With Souls That Cringe And Plot, We Sinais Climb And Know It Not.

Compromise Makes A Good Umbrella, But A Poor Roof.

Who Gives Himself With His Alms Feeds Three, Himself, His Hungering Neighbor And Me.