Humble Because Of Knowledge; Mighty

As I Pass Through My Incarnations In Every Age And Race, I Make My Proper Prostrations To The Gods Of The Market-place. Peering Through Reverent Fingers I Watch Them Flourish And Fall, And The Gods Of The Copybook Headings, I Notice, Outlast Them All.

Never Praise A Sister To A Sister, In The Hope Of Your Compliments Reaching The Proper Ears.

God Help Us For We Knew The Worst Too Young.

Brother, Thy Tail Hangs Down Behind.

I Always Prefer To Believe The Best Of Everybody, It Saves So Much Trouble.