Pure Motives Do Not Insure Perfect Results.

No Work Deserves To Be Criticized That Has Not Much In It That Deserves To Be Applauded.

A Mother's Love Is Indeed The Golden Link That Binds Youth To Age; And He Is Still But A Child, However Time May Have Furrowed His Cheek, Or Silvered His Brow, Who Can Yet Recall, With A Softened Heart, The Fond Devotion, Or The Gentle Chidings, Of The Best Friend That God Gives Us.

An Illusion Dissipated Is An Experience Gained.

Intellectually, As Politically, The Direction Of All True Progress Is Towards Greater Freedom, And Along An Endless Succession Of Ideas.

There Are None So Low But They Have Their Triumphs. Small Successes Suffice For Small Souls.