The Hooded Clouds, Like Friars, Tell Their

From Dust Thou Art To Dust Returneth, Was Not Spoken Of The Soul.

Success Is Not Something To Wait For, It Is Something To Work For.

The Air Of Summer Was Sweeter Than Wine.

Ambition Is So Powerful A Passion In The Human Breast, That However High We Reach We Are Never Satisfied.

Look Not Mournfully Into The Past, It Comes Not Back Again. Wisely Improve The Present, It Is Thine. Go Forth To Meet The Shadowy Future Without Fear And With A Manly Heart.