An Obstinate Person Does Not Hold Opinions;

Wholesome Solitude, The Nurse Of Sense!

What Is It To Be Wise? 'tis But To Know How Little Can Be Known, To See All Others' Faults, And Feel Our Own.

It Is Sure The Hardest Science To Forget!

Oh, Blindness To The Future! Kindly Giv'n, That Each May Fill The Circle Mark'd By Heaven.

Man, Like The Generous Vine, Supported Lives; The Strength He Gains Is From The Embrace He Gives.