Heaven Trims Our Lamps While

Thought Means Life, Since Those Who Do Not Think So Do Not Live In Any High Or Real Sense. Thinking Makes The Man.

Modesty, That Perennial Flower Planted Instinctively In The Human Breast, Blooms Therein Only As Continence Guards And Virtue Keeps.

If The Ancients Left Us Ideas, To Our Credit Be It Spoken That We Moderns Are Building Houses For Them -- Structures Which Neither Plato Nor Archimedes Had Dreamed Possible.

Yet The Deepest Truths Are Best Read Between The Lines, And, For The Most Part, Refuse To Be Written.

I Consider It The Best Part Of An Education To Have Been Born And Brought Up In The Country.