O Jealousy! Thou Magnifier Of Trifles.

It Is Through Beauty That We Arrive At Freedom.

Man Is Made Of Ordinary Things, And Habit Is His Nurse.

Rarely Do We Arrive At The Summit Of Truth Without Running Into Extremes; We Have Frequently To Exhaust The Part Of Error, And Even Of Folly, Before We Work Our Way Up To The Noble Goal Of Tranquil Wisdom.

O'er Ocean, With A Thousand Masts, Sails Forth The Stripling Bold- One Boat, Hard Rescued From The Deep, Draws Into Port The Old!

Grace Is The Beauty Of Form Under The Influence Of Freedom.