Memory Is A Net: One That Finds

Nothing Is So Common-place As To Wish To Be Remarkable.

Speak Clearly, If You Speak At All; Carve Every Word Before You Let It Fall.

Memory Is A Net: One That Finds It Full Of Fish When He Takes It From The Brook, But A Dozen Miles Of Water Have Run Through It Without Sticking.

There Is No Friend Like An Old Friend Who Has Shared Our Morning Days, No Greeting Like His Welcome, No Homage Like His Praise.

Fame Usually Comes To Those Who Are Thinking About Something Else - Very Rarely To Those Who Say To Themselves, 'go To, Now, Let Us Be A Celebrated Individual!'.