No Great Talker Ever Did Any Great

There Is A Chord In Every Heart That Has A Sigh In It If Touched Aright.

When One Has Not Father, Or Mother, Or Brother, And All One's Friends Have Barely Bread Enough For Themselves, Life Cannot Be Very Easy, Nor Its Crusts Very Many At Any Time.

Honor Is An Old-world Thing; But It Smells Sweet To Those In Whose Hand It Is Strong.

Histories In Blazonry And Poems In Stone.

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