In Faith And Hope The

O Happiness! Our Being's End And Aim! Good, Pleasure, Ease, Content! Whate'er Thy Name: That Something Still Which Prompts The Eternal Sigh, For Which We Bear To Live, Or Dare To Die.

Vices And Virtues Are Of A Strange Nature, For The More We Have, The Fewer We Think We Have.

Virtue, I Grant You, Is An Empty Boast; But Shall The Dignity Of Vice Be Lost?

A Man Of Business May Talk Of Philosophy; A Man Who Has None May Practice It.

Nature And Nature's Laws Lay Hid In The Night. God Said, Let Newton Be! And All Was Light!