A Man Who Cannot Command Himself Will

Character Is Constructed Amidst The Tempests Of The World

A Really Great Talent Finds Its Happiness In Execution.

Whatever We Think Out, Whatever We Take In Hand To Do, Should Be Perfectly And Finally Finished, That The World, If It Must Alter, Will Only Have To Spoil It; We Have Then Nothing To Do But Unite The Severed, To Recollect And Restore The Dismembered.

Alas! Sorrow From Happiness Is Oft Evolved.

Hope Is The Second Soul Of The Unhappy.