Fine Clothes Are Good Only As They

His Virtues Walked Their Narrow Round, Nor Made A Pause, Nor Left A Void; And Sure The Eternal Master Found The Single Talent Well Employed.

The Chief Glory Of Every People Arises From Its Authors.

The Seeds Of Knowledge May Be Planted In Solitude, But Must Be Cultivated In Public.

We Are Long Before We Are Convinced That Happiness Is Never To Be Found, And Each Believes It Possessed By Others, To Keep Alive The Hope Of Obtaining It For Himself.

He Who Would Have Fine Guests, Let Him Have A Fine Wife.