Many A Treasure Besides Ali

Modest Egotism Is The Salt Of Conversation; You Do Not Want Too Much Of It, But If It Is Altogether Omitted, Everything Tastes Flat.

Thou Warden Of The Western Gate, Above Manhattan Bay, The Fogs Of Doubt That Hid Thy Face Are Driven Clean Away: Thine Eyes At Last Look Far And Clear, Thou Liftest High Thy Hand To Spread The Light Of Liberty World-wide For Every Land.

Be Glαd Of Life, Becαuse It Gives You The Chαnce To Love αnd To Work αnd To Plαy αnd To Look Up αt The Stαrs; To Be Sαtisfied With Your Posessions, To Despise Nothing In The World Except Fαlsehood αnd Meαnness αnd To Feαr Nothing Except Cowαrdice; To Be Governed By Your αdmirαtions Rαther Thαn By Your Disgusts, To Covet Nothing Thαt Is Your Neighbour's Except His Kindness Of Heαrt αnd Gentleness Of Mαnners; To Think Seldom Of Your Enemies, Often Of Your Friends And To Spend αs Much Time αs You Cαn With Body αnd With Spirit.

Who Seeks For Heaven Alone To Save His Soul, May Keep The Path, But Will Not Reach The Goal; While He Who Walks In Love May Wander Far, Yet God Will Bring Him Where The Blessed Are.

Let Me But Find It In My Heart To Say, When Vagrant Wishes Beckon Me Astray, "this Is My Work; My Blessing, Not My Doom; Of All Who Live, I Am The One By Whom This Work Can Best Be Done In The Right Way."