Ne Te Quaesiveris Extra." (do Not Seek

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

It Is Only When Mind And Character Slumber That The Dress Can Be Seen. If The Intellect Were Always Awake, And Every Noble Sentiment, The Man Might Go In Huckaback Or Mats, And His Dress Would Be Admired And Imitated.

We Prize Books, And They Prize Them Most Who Are Themselves Wise.

Surely Nobody Would Be A Charlatan, Who Could Afford To Be Sincere.

You Cannot Do A Kindness Too Soon, For You Never Know How Soon It Will Be Too Late.