It Is A Bird-flight Of The Soul,

Tears Are The Natural Penalties Of Pleasure. It Is A Law That We Should Pay For All That We Enjoy.

Modesty Is Policy, No Less Than Virtue.

Solitude Bears The Same Relation To The Mind That Sleep Does To The Body. It Affords It The Necessary Opportunities For Repose And Recovery.

Tact Is One Of The First Of Mental Virtues, The Absence Of Which Is Frequently Fatal To The Best Of Talents. Without Denying That It Is A Talent Of Itself, It Will Suffice If We Admit That It Supplies The Place Of Many Talents.

The True Law Of The Race Is Progress And Development. Whenever Civilization Pauses In The March Of Conquest, It Is Overthrown By The Barbarian.