We Must Be Our Own Before We

The Tempered Light Of The Woods Is Like A Perpetual Morning.

A Man Must Know How To Estimate A Sour Face. The Sour Face Of The Multitude, Like Thier Sweet Faces, Have No Deep Cause, But Are Put On And Off As The Wind Blows And The Newspaper Directs.

The Only Money Of God Is God. He Pays Never With Any Thing Less, Or Any Thing Else.

The Charm Of Fine Manners Is Music And Sculpture And Picture To Many Who Do Not Pretend To Appreciation Of These Arts.

Use What Language You Will, You Can Never Say Anything But What You Are.