Beauty, Without Kindness, Dies Unenjoyed And Undelighting.

Pride Is A Vice, Which Pride Itself Inclines Every Man To Find In Others, And To Overlook In Himself

He That Has Too Much To Do Will Do Something Wrong.

Every Old Man Complains Of The Growing Depravity Of The World, Of The Petulance And Insolence Of The Rising Generation.

From Thee, Great God, We Spring, To Thee We Tend,- Path, Motive, Guide, Original, And End.

Let Us Be Quick To Repent Of Injuries While Repentance May Not Be A Barren Anguish.