In My Old Age There Is A

There Is But One Way Of Refusing To-morrow, That Is To Die.

He Had Slipped, Climbed, Rolled, Searched, Walked, Persevered, That Is All. Such Is The Secret Of All Triumphs.

If You Don't Build Castles In The Air You Won't Build Anything On The Ground.

It May Be Remarked In Passing That Success Is An Ugly Thing. Men Are Deceived By Its False Resemblences To Merit.

We Are Reassured Almost As Foolishly As We Are Alarmed; Human Nature Is So Constituted.