It is the vain endeavor to make ourselves what we are not that has strewn history with so many broken purposes and lives left in the rough.

His heart kep' goin' pity-pat, But hern went pity-Zekle.

Nature fits all her children with something to do, he who would write and can't write, can surely review.

'T is heaven alone that is given away; 'T is only God may be had for the asking.

For only by unlearning Wisdom comes.

Good luck is the willing handmaid of upright, energetic character, and conscientious observance of duty.

Silence is sorrow's best food.