Just In Ratio As Knowledge Increases, Faith

Intellect Is The Soul Of Man, The Only Immortal Part Of Him.

We Have Not The Love Of Greatness, But The Love Of The Love Of Greatness.

He Who Could Foresee Affairs Three Days In Advance Would Be Rich For Thousands Of Years.

In Our Wide World There Is But One Altogether Fatal Personage, The Dunce,--he That Speaks Irrationally, That Sees Not, And Yet Thinks He Sees.

How Were Friendship Possible? In Mutual Devotedness To The Good And True; Otherwise Impossible, Except As Armed Neutrality Or Hollow Commercial League. A Man, Be The Heavens Ever Praised, Is Sufficient For Himself; Yet Were Ten Men, United In Love, Capable Of Being And Of Doing What Ten Thousand Singly Would Fail In. Infinite Is The Help Man Can Yield To Man.