Success Is A Product Of Unremitting Attention

Had It Not Been For You, I Should Have Remained What I Was When We First Met, A Prejudiced, Narrow-minded Being, With Contracted Sympathies And False Knowledge, Wasting My Life On Obsolete Trifles, And Utterly Insensible To The Privilege Of Living In This Wondrous Age Of Change And Progress.

Grief Is The Agony Of An Instant. The Indulgence Of Grief The Blunder Of A Life.

The Services In Wartime Are Fit Only For Desperadoes, But In Peace Are Only Fit For Fools.

The Italians Say It Is Not Necessary To Be A Stag; But We Ought Not To Be A Tortoise.

A Dark Horse, Which Had Never Been Thought Of, Rushed Past The Grandstand In Sweeping Triumph.