Fate Hath No Voice But The Heart's

Man, Living, Feeling Man, Is The Easy Sport Of The Over-mastering Present.

Great Souls Endure In Silence.

Against Stupidity, God Himself Fights In Vain.

Grace Is The Beauty Of Form Under The Influence Of Freedom.

Dear Is My Friend--yet From My Foe, As From My Friend, Comes Good: My Friend Shows What I Can Do, And My Foe What I Should.