The First Blow Is Half The Battle.

Fortune Is Ever Seen Accompanying Industry.

For Just Experience Tells, In Every Soil, That Those That Think Must Govern Those That Toil.

There Is Yet A Silent Agony In Which The Mind Appears To Disdain All External Help, And Broods Over Its Distresses With Gloomy Reserve. This Is The Most Dangerous State Of Mind; Accidents Or Friendships May Lessen The Louder Kinds Of Grief, But All Remedies For This Must Be Had From Within, And There Despair Too Often Finds The Most Deadly Enemy.

Ask Me No Questions, And I'll Tell You No Lies.

Little Things Are Great To Little Men.