Wisdom Is Infused Into Every Form.

The Lover Of Letters Loves Power Too.

No Hope So Bright But Is The Beginning Of Its Own Fulfilment.

Power Is The First Good.

Truth Is The Summit Of Being.

If You Meet A Sectary, Or A Hostile Partisan, Never Recognize The Dividing Lines; But Meet On What Common Ground Remains,--if Onlythat The Sun Shines, And The Rain Rains For Both; The Area Will Widen Very Fast, And Ere You Know It The Boundary Mountains, On Which The Eye Had Fastened, Have Melted Into Air.