I Am Going To That Country Which

The Most Sublime Act Is To Set Another Before You.

I Have No Name: I Am But Two Days Old. What Shall I Call Thee? I Happy Am, Joy Is My Name. Sweet Joy Befall Thee!

My Mother Bore Me In The Southern Wild, And I Am Black, But O! My Soul Is White; White As An Angel Is The English Child, But I Am Black As If Bereaved Of Light.

A Fool Sees Not The Same Tree That A Wise Man Sees.

Truth Can Never Be Told So As To Be Understood And Not Be Believed.