Absent Or Dead, Still Let A Friend

To Err Is Human; To Forgive, Divine.

You Purchase Pain With All That Joy Can Give And Die Of Nothing But A Rage To Live.

Men Would Be Angels, Angels Would Be Gods.

The Young Disease, That Must Subdue At Length, Grows With His Growth, And Strengthens With His Strength.

There Is Nothing That Is Meritorious But Virtue And Friendship.