Better Have Failed In The High Aim,

That Low Man Seeks A Little Thing To Do, Sees It And Does It: This High Man, With A Great Thing To Pursue, Dies Ere He Knows It. That Low Man Goes On Adding One To One, His Hundred's Soon Hit: This High Man, Aiming At A Million, Misses An Unit. That, Has The World Here-should He Need The Next, Let The World Mind Him! This, Throws Himself On God, And Unperplext Seeking Shall Find Him.

The Best Way To Excape His Ire Is, Not To Seem Too Happy.

Tis Man's To Explore Up And Down, Inch By Inch, With The Taper His Reason.

Night Conceals A World But Reveals A Universe.

As Is Your Sort Of Mind, So Is Your Sort Of Search: You Will Find What You Desire.