What Sweet Delight A Quiet Life Affords.

He Who Dares Not (reason), Is A Slave.

What Sweet Delight A Quiet Life Affords.

So That My Life Be Brave, What Though Not Long?

Put A Bridle On Thy Tongue; Set A Guard Before Thy Lips, Lest The Words Of Thine Own Mouth Destroy Thy Peace... On Much Speaking Cometh Repentance, But In Silence Is Safety.

Books Have That Strange Quality, That Being Of The Frailest And Tenderest Matter, They Outlast Brass, Iron And Marble.