The Forehead Is The Gate Of The

Fewer Possess Virtue, Than Those Who Wish Us To Believe That They Possess It.

For No Phase Of Life, Whether Public Or Private, Whether In Business Or In The Home, Whether One Is Working On What Concerns Oneself Alone Or Dealing With Another, Can Be Without Its Moral Duty; On The Discharge Of Such Duties Depends All That Is Morally Right, And On Their Neglect All That Is Morally Wrong In Life.

The Countenance Is The Portrait Of The Soul, And The Eyes Mark Its Intentions.

Times Are Bad. Children No Longer Obey Their Parents, And Everyone Is Writing A Book.

Those Who Do Not Know History Will Forever Remain Children