The Pine Is The Mother Of Legends.

The Greatest Homage We Can Pay To Truth, Is To Use It.

If Youth Be A Defect, It Is One That We Outgrow Only Too Soon.

Toward No Crimes Have Men Shown Themselves So Cold- Bloodedly Cruel As In Punishing Differences Of Belief.

Reputation Is Only A Candle, Of Wavering And Uncertain Flame, And Easily Blown Out, But It Is The Light By Which The World Looks For And Finds Merit.

For Only By Unlearning Wisdom Comes.