A Mathematician Is Only Perfect Insofar As

It Is Only In Misery That We Recognize The Hand Of God Leading Good Men To Good.

A Mind, Once Formed, Is Never Suited After, One Yet In Growth Will Ever Grateful Be. [ger., Wer Fertig Ist, Dem Ist Nichts Recht Zu Machen, Ein Werdender Wird Immer Dankbar Sein.]

Who Is The Happiest Man? He Who Is Alive To The Merit Of Others, And Can Rejoice In Their Enjoyment As If It Were His Own.

Thou Must (in Commanding And Winning, Or Serving And Losing, Suffering Or Triumphing) Be Either Anvil Or Hammer.

The Older I Get The More I Trust In The Law According To Which The Rose And The Lily Bloom.