Tis Always Morning Somewhere.

He That Respects Himself Is Safe From Others. He Wears A Coat Of Mail That None Can Pierce.

Some Critics Are Like Chimney-sweepers; They Put Out The Fire Below, And Frighten The Swallows From Their Nests Above; They Scrape A Long Time In The Chimney, Cover Themselves With Soot, And Bring Nothing Away But A Bag Of Cinders, And Then Sing From The Top Of The House As If They Had Built It.

Man Is Unjust, But God Is Just; And Finally Justice Triumphs.

Let Him Not Boast Who Puts His Armor On As He Who Puts It Off, The Battle Done.

The Lowest Ebb Is The Turn Of The Tide.