Steady Of Heart And Stout Of Hand.

Many Of Our Cares Are But A Morbid Way Of Looking At Our Privileges

You Will, I Trust, Resemble A Forest Plant, Which Has Indeed, By Some Accident, Been Brought Up In The Greenhouse, And Thus Rendered Delicate And Effeminate, But Which Regains Its Native Firmness And Tenacity, When Exposed For A Season To The Winter Air.

Methinks I Will Not Die Quite Happy Without Having Seen Something Of That Rome Of Which I Have Read So Much.

Greatness Of Any Kind Has No Greater Foe Than A Habit Of Drinking.

A Sound Head, An Honest Heart, And An Humble Spirit Are The Three Best Guides Through Time And To Eternity.