Ye Come And Go Incessant; We Remain

All God's Angels Come To Us Disguised.

In The Scale Of The Destinies, Brawn Will Never Weigh So Mach As Brain.

The Future Works Out Great Men's Destinies; The Present Is Enough For Common Souls, Who, Never Looking Forward, Are Indeed Mere Clay Wherein The Footprints Of Their Age Are Petrified Forever.

Where One Person Shapes Their Life By Precept And Example, There Are A Thousand Who Have Shaped It By Impulse And Circumstances.

Incredulity Robs Us Of Many Pleasures, And Gives Us Nothing In Return.