The Only Thing A Man Knows Is

My Friend Is Not Perfect-no More Than I Am-and So We Suit Each Other Admirable.

Most Brilliant Star Upon The Crest Of Time Is England. England!

Love Is But The Discovery Of Ourselves In Others, And The Delight In The Recognition.

The Truly Great Rest In The Knowledge Of Their Own Deserts, Nor Seek The Conformation Of The World.

A Man Gazing At The Stars Is Proverbially At The Mercy Of The Puddles In The Road.