The Greatest Homage We Can Pay To

Incredulity Robs Us Of Many Pleasures, And Gives Us Nothing In Return.

Joy Comes, Grief Goes, We Know Not How.

Sincerity Is Impossible, Unless It Pervade The Whole Being, And The Pretence Of It Saps The Very Foundation Of Character.

O Reputation! Dearer Far Than Life.

Time Is, After All, The Greatest Of Poets; And The Sons Of Memory Stand A Better Chance Of Being The Heirs Of Fame.