The Lord Is The Peasant That Was,

A Man's Growth Is Seen In The Successive Choirs Of His Friends.

Genial Manners Are Good, And Power Of Accommodation To Any Circumstance, But The High Prize Of Life, The Crowning Fortune Of A Man Is To Be Born With A Bias To Some Pursuit, Which Finds Him In Employment And Happiness, -- Whether It Be To Make Baskets, Or Broadswords, Or Canals, Or Statutes, Or Songs. I Doubt Not This Was The Meaning Of Socrates, When He Pronounced Artists The Only Truly Wise, As Being Actually, Not Apparently So.

We Pass For What We Are.

We Walk Alone In The World. Friends, Such As We Desire, Are Dreams And Fables.

The Less A Man Thinks Or Knows About His Virtues, The Better We Like Him.