November's Sky Is Chill And Drear, November's

Love, To Her Ear, Was But A Name, Combin'd With Vanity And Shame; Her Hopes, Her Fears, Her Joys, Were All Bounded Within The Cloister Wall.

Real Valor Consists Not In Being Insensible To Danger; But In Being Prompt To Confront And Disarm It.

Spur Not An Unbroken Horse; Put Not Your Plowshare Too Deep Into New Land.

Thou And I Are But The Blind Instruments Of Some Irresistible Fatality, That Hurries Us Along, Like Goodly Vessels Driving Before The Storm, Which Are Dashed Against Each Other, And So Perish.

For Success, Attitude Is Equally As Important As Ability.