Hero-worship Exists, Has Existed, And Will Forever

Pin Your Faith To No Ones Sleeves, Haven't You Two Eyes Of Your Own.

One Monster There Is In The World, The Idle Man.

Who Is It That Loves Me And Will Love Me Forever With An Affection Which No Chance, No Misery, No Crime Of Mine Can Do Away? It Is You, My Mother.

Thou Fool! Nature Alone Is Antique, And The Oldest Art A Mushroom; That Idle Crag Thou Sittest On Is Six Thousand Years Of Age.

No Man Is Born Without Ambitious Worldly Desires.