I Build Only Living Stones--men.

Don't Limp In Front Of The Lame.

A Certain Jollity Of Mind, Pickled In The Scorn Of Fortune.

I Am Going To Seek A Great Perhaps.

I Am Going To Seek A Great Purpose, Draw The Curtain, The Farce Is Played.

Time, Which Wears Down And Diminishes All Things, Augments And Increases Good Deeds, Because A Good Turn Liberally Offered To A Reasonable Man Grows Continually Through Noble Thought And Memory.