Indeed He Knows Not How To Know

Do What Thy Manhood Bids Thee Do.

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.

For Each Believes His Glimm'ering Lamp To Be The Gorgeous Light Of Day.

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

I'd Like To Be Born The Son Of A Duke With 90,000 Pounds A Year, On An Enormous Estate.... And I'd Like To Have The Most Enormous Library, And I'd Like To Think That I Could Read Those Books Forever And Forever, And Die Unlamented, Unknown, Unsung, Unhonored - And Packed With Information.