Fame Is The Thirst Of Youth.

All Heaven And Earth Are Still, Though Not In Sleep, But Breathless, As We Grow When Feeling Most.

A Small Drop Of Ink Makes Thousands, Perhaps Millions... Think.

The Niobe Of Nations! There She Stands.

Sometimes We Are Less Unhappy In Being Deceived By Those We Love, Than In Being Undeceived By Them.

Constancy... That Small Change Of Love, Which People Exact So Rigidly, Receive In Such Counterfeit Coin, And Repay In Baser Metal.