When Two Souls Compose A Single Song,

And Wealth Abides Not, It Is But For A Day.

Why Do We Make So Much Of Knowledge, Struggle So Hard To Get Some Little Skill Not Worth The Effort?

When Roused To Rage The Maddening Populace Storms, Their Fury, Like A Rolling Flame, Bursts Forth Unquenchable; But Give Its Violence Ways, It Spends Itself, And As Its Force Abates, Learns To Obey And Yields It To Your Will.

Numbers Are A Fearful Thing.

Everyone Asks If A Man Is Rich, No One If He Is Good.