Talent Without Tact Is Only Half Talent.

I Am The Inferior Of Any Man Whose Rights I Trample Underfoot.

Money Is More Trouble Than It Is Worth.

Go West, Young Man, Go West. There Is Health In The Country, And Room Away From Our Crowds Of Idlers And Imbeciles.

Great Grief Makes Sacred Those Upon Whom Its Hand Is Laid. Joy May Elevate, Ambition Glorify, But Sorrow Alone Can Consecrate.

The Illusion That Times That Were Are Better Than Those That Are, Has Probably Pervaded All Ages.