The Man Who Fights For His Ideals

My Heart Is Wax Molded As She Pleases, But Enduring As Marble To Retain.

All Sorrows Are Bearable, If There Is Bread.

It's Up To Brave Hearts, Sir, To Be Patient When Things Are Going Badly, As Well As Being Happy When They're Going Well ... For I've Heard That What They Call Fortune Is A Flighty Woman Who Drinks Too Much, And, What's More, She's Blind, So She Can't See What She's Doing, And She Doesn't Know Who She's Knocking Over Or Who She's Raising Up.

Fortune May Have Yet A Better Success In Reserve For You And They Who Lose Today May Win Tomorrow.

From Reading Too Much, And Sleeping Too Little, His Brain Dried Up On Him And He Lost His Judgment.