The Proud Will Sooner Lose Than Ask

If Honor Calls, Where'er She Points The Way The Sons Of Honor Follow, And Obey.

Little Do Such Men Know The Toil, The Pains, The Daily, Nightly Racking Of The Brains, To Range The Thoughts, The Matter To Digest, To Cull Fit Phrases, And Reject The Rest.

All Hunt For Fame, But Most Mistake The Way.

Patience Is Sorrow's Salve.

Genius Is Nothing More Than Inflamed Enthusiasm.