The Soul Of Man Is Infinite In

The Man That Is Once Hated, Both His Good And His Evil Deeds Oppress Him.

Money Never Made Any Man Rich, But His Mind. He That Can Order Himself To The Law Of Nature, Is Not Only Without The Sense, But The Fear Of Poverty.

For He That Once Is Good, Is Ever Great.

True Gladness Doth Not Always Speak; Joy, Bred And Born But In The Tongue, Is Weak.

There Is No Doctrine Will Do Good Where Nature Is Wanting.