Time Makes Ancient Good Uncouth.

It Is The Privilege Of Genius That Life Never Grows Common Place, As It Does For The Rest Of Us.

Behind The Dim Unknown, Standeth God With The Shadow, Keeping Watch Above His Own.

Sorrow Is The Great Idealizer.

New Occasions Teach New Duties, Time Makes Ancient Good Uncouth; They Must Upward Still And Onward, Who Would Keep Abreast Of Truth.

Tyranny Is Always Weakness