Greatness Of Any Kind Has No Greater

Nothing Is More Completely The Child Of Art Than A Garden.

Chess Is A Sad Waste Of Brains.

A Fool's Wild Speech Confounds The Wise.

Discretion Is The Perfection Of Reason, And A Guide To Us In All The Duties Of Life.

Loud O'er My Head Though Awful Thunders Roll, And Vivid Lightnings Flash From Pole To Pole, Yet 'tis Thy Voice, My God, That Bids Them Fly, Thy Arm Directs Those Lightnings Through The Sky. Then Let The Good Thy Mighty Name Revere, And Hardened Sinners Thy Just Vengeance Fear.