A Beautiful Soul Has No

A Noble Soul Spreads Even Over A Face In Which The Architectonic Beauty Is Wanting An Irresistible Grace, And A Often Even Triumphs Over The Natural Disfavor.

It Is Not The Mere Station Of Life That Stamps The Value On Us, But The Manner In Which We Act Our Part.

As Inclination Changes, Thus Ebbs And Flows The Unstable Tide Of Public Judgment.

I Am Called The Richest Monarch In The Christian World; The Sun In My Dominion Never Sets.

Think With Awe On The Slow And Quiet Power Of Time.