Mighty Things From Small Beginnings Grow.

We Must Beat The Iron While It Is Hot, But We May Polish It At Leisure.

Love Reckons Hours For Months, And Days For Years; And Every Little Absence Is An Age.

For Those Whom God To Ruin Has Design'd, He Fits For Fate, And First Destroys Their Mind.

How Happy The Lover, How Easy His Chain, How Pleasing His Pain, How Sweet To Discover He Sighs Not In Vain.

A Narrow Mind Begets Obstinacy; We Do Not Easily Believe What We Cannot See.