All The World Loves A Lover.

Good And Bad Are But Names Very Readily Transferable To That Or This.

Life Loiters At The Book's First Page,-- Ah! Could We Turn The Leaf.

The Reason Of Idleness And Of Crime Is The Deferring Of Our Hopes.

The Soul Is Not Born; It Does Not Die; It Was Not Produced From Anyone… Unborn, Eternal, It Is Not Slain, Though The Body Is Slain.

Be An Opener Of Doors For Such As Come After Thee.