Nature I Loved, And Next To Nature,

Delay In Justice Is Injustice.

Politeness Is Not Always A Sign Of Wisdom; But The Want Of It Always Leaves Room For A Suspicion Of Folly, If Folly And Imprudence Are The Same.

States, Like Men, Have Their Growth, Their Manhood, Their Decrepitude, Their Decay.

Death Stands Above Me, Whispering Low I Know Not What Into My Ear; Of His Strange Language All I Know Is, There Is Not A Word Of Fear.

Wisdom Consisteth Not In Knowing Many Things, Nor Even In Knowing Them Thoroughly; But In Choosing And In Following What Conduces The Most Certainly To Our Lasting Happiness And True Glory.