With How Sad Steps, O Moon, Thou

And Thou My Minde Aspire To Higher Things; Grow Rich In That Which Never Taketh Rust.

I Seek No Better Warrant Than My Own, Conscience.

Remember Always, That Man Is A Creature Whose Reason Is Often Darkened With Error.

It Depends On Education--that Holder Of The Keys Which The Almighty Hath Put Into Our Hands--to Open The Gates Which Lead To Virtue Or To Vice, To Happiness Or Misery.

A Dull Head Thinks Of No Better Way To Show Himself Wise, Than By Suspecting Everything In His Way.