No Ghost Was Every Seen By Two

O Thou Who Art Able To Write A Book Which Once In The Two Centuries Or Oftener There Is A Man Gifted To Do, Envy Not Him Whom They Name City-builder, And Inexpressibly Pity Him Whom They Name Conqueror Or City-burner.

To A Shower Of Gold Most Things Are Penetrable.

Egotism Is The Source And Summary Of All Faults And Miseries.

There Is A Perennial Nobleness, And Even Sacredness, In Work. Were He Never So Benighted, Forgetful Of His High Calling, There Is Always Hope In A Man That Actually And Earnestly Works: In Idleness Alone There Is Perpetual Despair.

Talk That Does Not End In Any Kind Of Action Is Better Suppressed Altogether.