Cling To Thy Native Land, For It

Satisfied If They Themselves Can Escape From The Hard Labour Of Thought, They Willingly Abandon To Others The Guardianship Of Their Thoughts.

Virtue Has Her Heroes Too As Well As Fame And Fortune.

Mankind Is Made Great Or Little By Its Own Will.

The Great Happiness Of Life, I Find, After All, To Consist In The Regular Discharge Of Some Mechanical Duty.

The Storm Is Master. Man, As A Ball, Is Tossed Twixt Winds And Billows.