Great Men Stamp Their Mind Upon Their

Luck Whines; Labor Whistles.

Progress, Of The Best Kind, Is Comparatively Slow

Labor Is Still, And Ever Will Be, The Inevitable Price Set Upon Everything Which Is Valuable.

Opportunities ... Fall In The Way Of Every Man Who Is Resolved To Take Advantage Of Them.

Luck Lies In Bed, And Wishes The Postman Would Bring Him News Of A Legacy; Labor Turns Out At Six, And With Busy Pen Or Ringing Hammer Lays The Foundation Of A Competence.