Falsehoods which we spurn today, were the truths of long ago.

As a small businessperson, you have no greater leverage than the truth.

The good is always beautiful, the beautiful is good!

Round the boles of the pine-wood the ground-laurel creeps, Unkissed of the sunshine, unbaptized of showers, With buds scarcely swelled, which should burst into flowers!

I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.

Give fools their gold, and knaves their power; let fortune's bubbles rise and fall; who sows a field, or trains a flower, or plants a tree, is more than all.

For still the new transcends the old In signs and tokens manifold; Slaves rise up men; the olive waves, With roots deep set in battle graves!