The People's Voice Is Odd,

To Err Is Human; To Forgive, Divine.

You Beat Your Pate, And Fancy Wit Will Come: Knock As You Please, There's No Body At Home.

Where Grows?--where Grows It Not? If Vain Our Toil, We Ought To Blame The Culture, Not The Soil.

Heaven From All Creatures Hides The Book Of Fate.

Expression Is The Dress Of Thought.