Put Not Your Trust In Money, But

Sweet Is The Scene Where Genial Friendship Plays The Pleasing Game Of Interchanging Praise.

Wisdom Is The Abstract Of The Past, But Beauty Is The Promise Of The Future.

What Refuge Is There For The Victim Who Is Oppressed With The Feeling That There Are A Thousand New Books He Ought To Read, While Life Is Only Long Enough For Him To Attempt To Read A Hundred?

As We Grow Older We Think More And More Of Old Persons And Of Old Things And Places. As To Old Persons, It Seems As If We Never Know How Much They Have To Tell Until We Are Old Ourselves And They Have Been Gone Twenty Or Thirty Years. Once In A While We Come Upon Some Survivor Of His Or Her Generation That We Have Overlooked, And Feel As If We Had Recovered One Of The Lost Books Of Livy Or Fished Up The Golden Candlestick From The Ooze Of The Tiber.

Science Is The Topography Of Ignorance.