The Less Routine The More Life.

Friendship Is A Plant That Loves The Sun, Thrives Ill Under Clouds.

Creeds, Like Other Goods, Pass By Inheritance To Descendants.

Good-humor, Gay Spirits, Are The Liberators, The Sure Cure For Spleen And Melancholy. Deeper Than Tears, These Irradiate The Tophets With Their Glad Heavens. Go Laugh, Vent The Pits, Transmuting Imps Into Angels By The Alchemy Of Smiles. The Satans Flee At The Sight Of These Redeemers.

Our Bravest And Best Lessons Are Not Learned Through Success, But Through Misadventure.

Friends Are The Leaders Of The Bosom, Being More Ourselves Than We Are, And We Complement Our Affections In Theirs.