We Live Merely On The Crust Or

The Essence Of True Nobility Is Neglect Of Self. Let The Thought Of Self Pass In, And The Beauty Of A Great Action Is Gone, Like The Bloom From A Soiled Flower.

History Is A Voice Forever Sounding Across The Centuries The Laws Of Right And Wrong. Opinions Alter, Manners Change, Creeds Rise And Fall, But The Moral Law Is Written On The Tablets Of Eternity.

Look Not To Have Your Sepulchre Built In After Ages Hy The Same Foolish Hands Which Still Ever Destroy The Living Prophet. Small Honour For You If They Do Build It; And May Be They Never Will Build It.

Experience Teaches Slowly, And At The Cost Of Mistakes.

We Enter The World Alone, We Leave It Alone.