Doubts, Like Facts, Are Stubborn Things.

Hard Are Life's Early Steps; And But That Youth Is Buoyant, Confident, And Strong In Hope, Men Would Behold Its Threshold, And Despair.

Every Other Species Of Talent Carries With It Its Eternity; We Enjoy The Work Of The Poet, The Painter, The Sculptor, Only As Thousands Will Do After Us; But The Actor - His Memory Is With His Generation, And That Passes Away.

Hope Is Love's Happiness, But Not Its Life.

Repentance Is A One-faced Janus, Ever Looking To The Past.

Occupation Is One Great Source Of Enjoyment. No Man, Properly Occupied, Was Ever Miserable.