Delight In Splendor Is No More Than

Happy The Man Whose Lot It Is To Know The Secrets Of The Earth. He Hastens Not To Work His Fellows Hurt By Unjust Deeds, But With Rapt Admiration Contemplates Immortal Nature's Ageless Harmony, And How And When The Order Came To Be.

The Worst, The Least Curable Hatred Is That Which Has Superseded Deep Love.

Worse Than A True Evil Is It To Bear The Burden Of Faults That Are Not Truly Yours.

Happy The Man Who From The Sea Escapes The Storm And Finds Harbor.

It Is A Good Thing To Be Rich And Strong, But It Is A Better Thing To Be Loved.