A Happy Childhood Is The Pledge Of

Modesty Is Bred Of Self-reverence. Fine Manners Are The Mantle Of Fair Minds.

Friendship Is A Plant That Loves The Sun, Thrives Ill Under Clouds.

Without A Mythology, Faith Is Impersonal And Heartless.

What Higher Praise Can We Bestow On Any One Than To Say Of Him That He Harbors Another's Prejudices With A Hospitality So Cordial As To Give Him, For The Time, The Sympathy Next Best To, If Indeed It Be Not Edification In, Charity Itself. For What Disturbs More And Distracts Mankind Than The Uncivil Manners That Cleave Man From Man?

While One Finds Company In Himself And His Pursuits, He Cannot Feel Old, No Matter What His Years May Be.