To Study In Paris Is To Be

It Is Ourselves We Have To Fear. Prejudice Is The Real Robber, And Vice The Real Murderer.

Life Is The Flower For Which Love Is The Honey.

There Is A Material Advancement; We Desire It. There Is, Also, A Moral Grandeur; We Hold Fast To It.

People Do Not Lack Strength; They Lack Will.

Years Place At Last A Venerable Crown Upon A Head.