For Only By Unlearning Wisdom Comes.

My Soul Is Not A Palace Of The Past.

Time Is, After All, The Greatest Of Poets; And The Sons Of Memory Stand A Better Chance Of Being The Heirs Of Fame.

Solitude Is As Needful To The Imagination As Society Is Wholesome For The Character.

There Is Something Solid And Doughty In The Man That Can Rise From Defeat, The Stuff Of Which Victories Are Made In Due Time, When We Are Able To Choose Our Position Better, And The Sun Is At Our Back.

Not Failure, But Low Aim, Is Crime.