The Happy Man Does Not Notice The

In A Narrow Circle The Mind Grows Narrow. The More One Expands, The Larger Their Aims.

Against Stupidity, God Himself Fights In Vain.

Man, Living, Feeling Man, Is The Easy Sport Of The Over-mastering Present.

Spring Flies, And With It All The Train It Leads; And Flowers, In Fading, Leave Us But Their Seeds.

It Is Difficult To Discriminate The Voice Of Truth From Amid The Clamor Raised By Heated Partisans.