My Joy In Friends, Those Sacred People,

The Civility Of No Race Can Be Perfect Whilst Another Race Is Degraded.

If The Stars Should Appear But One Night Every Thousand Years How Man Would Marvel And Stare.

A Man Is Known By The Books He Reads, By The Company He Keeps, By The Praise He Gives, By His Dress, By His Tastes, By His Distastes, By The Stories He Tells, By His Gait, By The Notion Of His Eye, By The Look Of His House, Of His Chamber; For Nothing On Earth Is Solitary But Every Thing Hath Affinities Infinite.

One Idea Lights A Thousand Candles.

It Is Always So Pleasant To Be Generous, Though Very Vexatious To Pay Debts.