The Soul Of Man Is Infinite In

Ambition, Like A Torrent, Ne'er Looks Back; And Is A Swelling, And The Last Affection A High Mind Can Put Off; Being Both A Rebel Unto The Soul And Reason, And Enforceth All Laws, All Conscience, Treads Upon Religion, And Offereth Violence To Nature's Self.

He Who Is Taught Only By Himself Has A Fool For A Master.

Prevent Your Day At Morning.

Blueness Doth Express Trueness.

Let Argument Bear No Unmusical Sound.