A Fly Is As Untamable As A

I Count Him A Great Man Who Inhabits A Higher Sphere Of Thought, Into Which Other Men Rise With Labor And Difficulty; He Has But To Open His Eyes To See Things In A True Light, And In Large Relations; Whilst They Must Make Painful Corrections, And Keep A Vigilant Eye On Many Sources Of Error.

The Day Is Always His, Who Works In It With Serenity And Great Aims.

Many Might Go To Heaven With Half The Labor They Go To Hell.

With Thought, With The Ideal, Is Immortal Hilarity, The Rose Of Joy. Round It All The Muses Sing.

The Cheapness Of Man Is Every Day's Tragedy.