Every Man Who Would Do Anything Well,

Life Is Too Short To Waste . . . 'twill Soon Be Dark; Up! Mind Thine Own Aim, And God Speed The Mark!

Manners Are The Happy Ways Of Doing Things; Each Once A Stroke Of Genius Or Of Love, Now Repeated And Hardened Into Usage.

Every Man Alone Is Sincere. At The Entrance Of A Second Person, Hypocrisy Begins

Faith Makes Us, And Not We It; And Faith Makes Its Own Forms.

The Ancients Called Beauty The Flowering Of Virtue.