Prudence Is The Footprint Of Wisdom.

Nor Is A Day Lived If The Dawn Is Left Out Of It, With The Prospects It Opens. Who Speaks Charmingly Of Nature Or Of Mankind, Like Him Who Comes Bibulous Of Sunrise And The Fountains Of Waters?

Heaven Trims Our Lamps While We Sleep.

Inspiration Must Find Answering Inspiration.

The Finer Literature, Indeed, Is Characterized By A Certain Suffusion Of The Feminine Flavor, The Finer, The More Ideal, Thought Plumed With Sentiment; Even Science Loves To Spring From Its Feet, Philosophy Affect The Clouds To Inspire And Edify.

A Check On Itself, Evil Subserves The Economies Of Good, As It Were A Condiment To Give Relish To Good.