We Have Forty Million Reasons For Failure,

I Wasted My Substance, I Know I Did, On Riotous Living, So I Did, But There's Nothing On Record To Show I Did More Than My Betters Have Done.

I Am The Cat Who Walks By Himself, And All Places Are Alike To Me.

No One As Yet Has Approached The Management Of New York In A Proper Spirit; That Is To Say, Regarding It As The Shiftless Outcome Of Squalid Barbarism And Reckless Extravagance. No One Is Likely To Do So, Because Reflections On The Long Narrow Pig-trough Are Construed As Malevolent Attacks Against The Spirit And Majesty Of The American People, And Lead To Angry Comparisons.

Never Look Backwards Or You'll Fall Down The Stairs.

If You Can Force Your Heart And Nerve And Sinew To Serve Your Turn Long After They Are Gone, And So Hold On When There Is Nothing In You Except The Will Which Says To Them: 'hold On!'