There Is No Greater Consolation For Mediocrity

Moral Epochs Have Their Course As Well As The Seasons. We Can No More Hold Them Fast Than We Can Hold Sun, Moon, And Stars. Our Faults Perpetually Return Upon Us; And Herein Lies The Subtlest Difficulty Of Self-knowledge.

I Will Be Lord Over Myself.

Live Dangerously And You Live Right.

How Many Years Must A Man Do Nothing, Before He Can At All Know What Is To Be Done And How To Do It!

And Those Whom Once My Song Had Cheered And Gladdened, If Still They Live, Rove Through The World Now Saddened.