Anyone Is To Be Pitied Who Has

Every Man, In Judging Of Himself, Is His Own Contemporary. He May Feel The Gale Of Popularity, But He Cannot Tell How Long It Will Last. His Opinion Of Himself Wants Distance, Wants Time, Wants Numbers, To Set It Off And Confirm It.

We Must Overact Our Part In Some Measure, In Order To Produce Any Effect At All.

Death Puts An End To Rivalship And Competition. The Dead Can Boast No Advantage Over Us, Nor Can We Triumph Over Them.

Poverty, When It Is Voluntary, Is Never Despicable, But Takes An Heroical Aspect.

One Of The Pleasantest Things In The World Is Going On A Journey; But I Like To Go By Myself.