Virtue Treads Paths That End Not In

In The Earliest Ages Science Was Poetry, As In The Later Poetry Has Become Science.

Truth, After All, Wears A Different Face To Everybody, And It Would Be Too Tedious To Wait Till All Were Agreed.

A Marciful Providunce Fashioned Us Holler O' Purpose Thet We Might Our Principles Swaller.

That Best Academy, A Mother's Knee.

To Genius Life Never Grows Commonplace.