Many Are Those Who Can Argue; Few

Who Loves A Garden Still His Eden Keeps.

Our Ideals Are Our Better Selves.

Right Is The Royal Ruler Alone; And He Who Rules With Least Restraint Comes Nearest To Empire.

Memory Marks The Horizon Of Our Consciousness, Imagination Its Zenith.

The Books That Charmed Us In Youth Recall The Delight Ever Afterwards; We Are Hardly Persuaded There Are Any Like Them, Any Deserving Our Equal Affections.