Character Is "a Stamp Of Good Repute

To The Ignorant, Even The Words Of Wise Seem Foolishness.

There Is Desire In Those Who Love To Hear About Their Loved Ones' Pains.

Lady, The Sun's Light To Our Eyes Is Dear, And Fair The Tranquil Reaches Of The Sea, And Flowery Earth In May, And Bounding Waters; And So Right Many Fair Things I Might Praise; Yet Nothing Is So Radiant And So Fair As For Souls Childless, With Desire Sore-smitten, To See The Light Of Babes About The House.

Account No Man Happy Till He Dies.

The Man Whom Heaven Helps Has Friends Enough.