Honor, Thou Strong Idol Of Man's Mind.

The Day Seems Long, But Night Is Odious; No Sleep, But Dreams; No Dreams But Visions Strange.

Truth Is The Ground Of Science, The Centre Wherein All Things Repose, And Is The Type Of Eternity.

Provision Is The Foundation Of Hospitality, And Thrift The Fuel Of Magnificence.

A Dull Head Thinks Of No Better Way To Show Himself Wise, Than By Suspecting Everything In His Way.

A Noble Heart, Like The Sun, Showeth Its Greatest Countenance In Its Lowest Estate.