The Americans Have No Faith, They Rely

Many Eyes Go Through The Meadow, But Few See The Flowers In It

It Is The Fine Souls Who Serve Us, And Not What Is Called Fine Society. Fine Society Is Only A Self-protection Against The Vulgarities Of The Street And The Tavern.

Nature Encourages No Looseness; Pardons No Errors.

They Have Seen But Half The Universe Who Never Have Been Shown The House Of Pain.

One Thing Is Forever Good; That One Thing Is Success.