Labor Humanizes, Exalts.

Pity The Mother Who Assumes The Name Without Being All This Implies!

First Find The Man In Yourself If You Will Inspire Manliness In Others.

The Fable Runs That The Gods Mix Our Pains And Pleasure In One Cup, And Thus Mingle For Us The Adulterate Immortality Which We Alone Are Permitted Here To Enjoy. Voluptuous Raptures, Could We Prolong These At Pleasure, Would Dissipate And Dissolve Us. A Sip Is The Most That Mortals Are Permitted From Any Goblet Of Delight.

A Chaste Generation Would Restore Paradise.

Debate Is Angular, Conversation Circular And Radiant Of The Underlying Unity.