Too Much Liberty Leads Both Men And

Let The Punishment Be Proportionate To The Offense.

No One Has Lived A Short Life Who Has Performed Its Duties With Unblemished Character.

Prosperity Demands Of Us More Prudence And Moderation Than Adversity.

Death Darkens His Eyes, And Unplumes His Wings, Yet The Sweetest Song Is The Last He Sings: Live So, My Love, That When Death Shall Come, Swan-like And Sweet It May Waft Thee Home.

Do Not Hold The Delusion That Your Advancement Is Accomplished By Crushing Others.