It Is Wisdom To Believe The Heart.

It Is War That Wastes A Nations Wealth, Chokes Its Industries, Kills Its Flower, Narrows Its Sympathies, Condemns It To Be Governed By Adventurers, And Leaves The Puny, Deformed, And Unmanly To Breed The Next Generation.

Society Is Like The Air, Necessary To Breathe But Insufficient To Live On.

All Beauties Are To Be Honored, But Only One Embraced.

Animals Are Born And Bred In Litters. Solitude Grows Blessed And Peaceful Only In Old Age.

Half Our Standards Come From Our First Masters, And The Other Half From Our First Loves.