Silence Is A Figure Of Speech, Unanswerable,

The Lottery Of Honest Labor, Drawn By Time, Is The Only One Whose Prizes Are Worth Taking Up And Carrying Home.

Disappointment Is Often The Salt Of Life.

Temperance Is Corporeal Piety; It Is The Preservation Of Divine Order In The Body.

All Men Desire To Be Immortal.

It Seems Strange That A Butterfly's Wing Should Be Woven Up So Thin And Gauzy In The Monstrous Loom Of Nature, And Be So Delicately Tipped With Fire From Such A Gross Hand, And Rainbowed All Over In Such A Storm Of Thunderous Elements. The Marvel Is That Such Great Forces Do Such Nice Work.