The Pine Is The Mother Of Legends.

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.

That Best Academy, A Mother's Knee.

A Profound Common Sense Is The Best Genius For Statesmanship.

The Material Of Thought Re-acts Upon The Thought Itself.

The Rich Man's Sons Inherits Cares; The Bank May Break, The Factory Burn, A Breath May Burst His Bubble Shares, And Soft, White Hands Could Hardly Earn A Living That Would Serve His Turn.