The Fountain Of Beauty Is The Heart

We Sack, We Ransack To The Utmost Sands Of Native Kingdoms, And Of Foreign Lands: We Travel Sea And Soil; We Pry, And Prowl, We Progress, And We Prog From Pole To Pole.

I See No Virtue Where I Smell No Sweat.

Proportion Thy Charity To The Strength Of Thine Estate, Lest God Proportion Thine Estate To The Weakness Of Thy Charity. Let The Lips Of The Poor Be The Trumpet Of Thy Gift, Lest In Seeking Applause, Thou Lose Thy Reward. Nothing Is More Pleasing To God Than An Open Hand And A Closed Mouth.

If Thou Wouldst Preserve A Sound Body, Use Fasting And Walking; If A Healthful Soul, Fasting And Praying. Walking Exercises The Body; Praying Exercises The Soul; Fasting Cleanses Both.

Demean Thyself More Warily In Thy Study Than In The Street. If Thy Public Actions Have A Hundred Witnesses, Thy Private Have A Thousand. The Multitude Looks But Upon Thy Actions; Thy Conscience Looks Into Them: The Multitude May Chance To Excuse Thee, If Not Acquit Thee; Thy Conscience Will Accuse Thee, If Not Condemn Thee.