The Richest Minds Need Not

The Fable Runs That The Gods Mix Our Pains And Pleasure In One Cup, And Thus Mingle For Us The Adulterate Immortality Which We Alone Are Permitted Here To Enjoy. Voluptuous Raptures, Could We Prolong These At Pleasure, Would Dissipate And Dissolve Us. A Sip Is The Most That Mortals Are Permitted From Any Goblet Of Delight.

Creeds, Like Other Goods, Pass By Inheritance To Descendants.

Right Is The Royal Ruler Alone; And He Who Rules With Least Restraint Comes Nearest To Empire.

The History Of Books Shows The Humblest Origin Of Some Of The Most Valued, Wrought As These Were Out Of Obscure Materials By Persons Whose Names Thereafter Became Illustrious. The Thumbed Volumes, Now So Precious To Thousands, Were Compiled From Personal Experiences And Owe Their Interest To Touches Of Inspiration Of Which The Writer Was Less Author Than Amanuensis, Himself The Voiced Word Of Life For All Times.

Every Noble Life Becomes A Revelation Of The Spirit Which The Love And Joy Of Mankind Cannot Let Perish From Remembrance.