No Compliment Can Be Eloquent, Except As

I Am Not Imposed Upon By Fine Words; I Can See What Actions Mean.

Our Growing Thought Makes Growing Revelation.

I Would Not Creep Along The Coast But Steer Out In Mid-sea, By Guidance Of The Stars.

The Worst Of Misery Is When A Nature Framed For Noblest Things Condemns Itself In Youth To Petty Joys, And, Sore Athirst For Air, Breathes Scanty Life Gasping From Out The Shallows.

Man Cannot Choose His Duties.