Faultless To A Fault.

Still More Labyrinthine Buds The Rose.

He Who Did Well In War Just Earns The Right, To Begin Doing Well In Peace.

Man Seeks His Own Good At The Whole World's Cost.

I See My Way As Birds Their Trackless Way. I Shall Arrive,- What Time, What Circuit First, I Ask Not; But Unless God Send His Hail Or Blinding Fire-balls, Sleet Or Stifling Snow, In Some Time, His Good Time, I Shall Arrive: He Guides Me And The Bird. In His Good Time.

It's Wiser Being Good Than Bad; It's Safer Being Meek Than Fierce: It's Fitter Being Sane Than Mad.