Timidity Is A Fault For Which It

Friendship Is A Traffic Wherein Self-love Always Proposes To Be The Gainer.

As The Great Ones Of This World Are Unable To Bestow Health Of Body Or Peace Of Mind, We Always Pay Too High A Price For Any Good They Can Do.

Though Nature Be Ever So Generous, Yet Can She Not Make A Hero Alone. Fortune Must Contribute Her Part Too; And Till Both Concur, The Work Cannot Be Perfected.

The Hunger For Applause Is The Source For All Conscious Literature And Heroism

We Would Rather See Those To Whom We Do Good, Than Those Who Do Good To Us.