The Luck Will Alter And The Star

The Social States Of Human Kinds Are Made By Multitudes Of Minds, And After Multitudes Of Years A Little Human Growth Appears Worth Having, Even To The Soul Who Sees Most Plain It's Not The Whole.

The Three Foundations Of Judgement: Bold Design, Constant Practice, And Frequent Mistakes.

And May We Find When Ended Is The Page, Death But A Tavern On Our Pilgrimage.

Once In A Century A Man May Be Ruined Or Made Insufferable By Praise. But Surely Once In A Minute Something Generous Dies For Want Of It.

It May Be That We Cease; We Cannot Tell. Even If We Cease, Life Is A Miracle.