To Laugh Often And Much ... This

There Can Be No High Civility Without A Deep Morality, Though It May Not Always Call Itself By That Name.

Who Heeds The Waste Abyss Of Possibility? The Ocean Is Everywhere The Same, But It Has No Character Until Seen With The Shore Or The Ship.

The Heroic Soul Does Not Sell Its Justice And Its Nobleness. It Does Not Ask To Dine Nicely And To Sleep Warm. The Essence Of Greatness Is The Perception That Virtue Is Enough. Poverty Is Its Ornament. It Does Not Need Plenty, And Can Very Well Abide Its Loss.

I Hate The Giving Of The Hand Unless The Whole Man Accompanies It.

Oh, Be My Friend, And Teach Me To Be Thine!