Beware Of Making Your Moral Staple Consist

There Is No Friend Like The Old Friend, Who Has Shared Our Morning Days, No Greeting Like His Welcome, No Homage Like His Praise: Fame Is The Scentless Sunflower, With Gaudy Crown Of Gold; But Friendship Is The Breathing Rose, With Sweets In Every Fold.

Between Two Groups Of People Who Want To Make Inconsistent Kinds Of Worlds, I See No Remedy But Force.

The Noblest Service Comes From Nameless Hands; And The Best Servant Does His Work Unseen.

Every Man Is An Omnibus In Which His Ancestors Ride.

Fame Usually Comes To Those Who Are Thinking About Something Else.