Do What Thy Manhood Bids Thee Do.

Of The Gladdest Moments In Human Life, Methinks, Is The Departure Upon A Distant Journey Into Unknown Lands. Shaking Off With One Mighty Effort The Fetters Of Habit, The Leaden Weight Of Routine, The Cloak Of Many Cares And The Slavery Of Civilization, Man Feels Once More Happy.

Conquer Thyself, Till Thou Has Done This, Thou Art But A Slave; For It Is Almost As Well To Be Subjected To Another's Appetite As To Thine Own.

Broke Is A Temporary Condition, Poor Is A State Of Mind.

The Now, That Indivisible Point Which Studs The Length Of Infinite Line Whose Ends Are Nowhere, Is Thine All , The Puny All Thou Callest Thine.

Do What Thy Manhood Bids Thee Do, From None But Self Expect Applause. He Noblest Lives And Noblest Dies Who Makes And Keeps His Self-made Laws.