There Are Epidemics Of Nobleness

We Live Merely On The Crust Or Rind Of Things.

As We Advance In Life, We Learn The Limits Of Our Abilities.

Life Is More Than A Theory, And Love Of Truth Butters No Bread: Old Men Who Have Had To Struggle Along Their Way, Who Know The Endless Bitterness, The Grave Moral Deterioration Which Follow An Empty Exchequer, May Well Be Pardoned For An Over-wish To See Their Sons Secured From It; Hunger, At Least, Is A Reality.

We Enter The World Alone, We Leave It Alone.

We Call Heaven Our Home, As The Best Name We Know To Give It.