No Literature Is Complete Until The Language

Safe From Temptation, Safe From Sin's Pollution, She Lives Whom We Call Dead.

Sometimes We May Learn More From A Man's Errors, Than From His Virtues.

Be Still, Sad Heart! And Cease Repining; Behind The Clouds Is The Sun Still Shining; Thy Fate Is The Common Fate Of All, Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall

The Mind Of The Scholar, If You Would Have It Large And Liberal, Should Come In Contact With Other Minds. It Is Better That His Armor Should Be Somewhat Bruised By Rude Encounters Even, Than Hang Forever Rusting On The Wall.

Youth Comes But Once A Life Time. Perhaps, But It Remains Strong In Many For Their Entire Lives.