No Man Was Ever Great By Imitation.

We Have Always Pretensions To Fame Which, In Our Own Hearts, We Know To Be Disputable.

Rags Will Always Make Their Appearance Where They Have A Right To Do It.

If A Madman Were To Come Into This Room With A Stick In His Hand, No Doubt We Should Pity The State Of His Mind; But Our Primary Consideration Would Be To Take Care Of Ourselves. We Should Knock Him Down First, And Pity Him Afterwards.

Yet It Is Necessary To Hope, Though Hope Should Always Be Deluded; For Hope Itself Is Happiness, And Its Frustrations, However Frequent, Are Yet Less Dreadsul Than Its Extinction.

The Irish Are A Fair People: They Never Speak Well Of One Another.