What Is Failure Except Feebleness? And What

Fame Nowadays Is Little Else But Notoriety.

Fame Has Only The Span Of The Day, They Say. But To Live In The Hearts Of People-that Is Worth Something.

When Passion And Habit Long Lie In Company It Is Only Slowly And With Incredulity That Habit Awakens To Finds Its Companion Fled, Itself Alone.

A Pipe Is A Pocket Philosopher,--a Truer One Than Socrates, For It Never Asks Questions. Socrates Must Have Been Very Tiresome, When One Thinks Of It.

The Fire Of True Enthusiasm Is Like The Fires Of Baku, Which No Water Can Ever Quench, And Which Burn Steadily On From Night To Day, And Year To Year, Because Their Well-spring Is Eternal.