Faint Heart Ne'er Won Fair

Dine On Little, And Sup On Less.

The Man Who Fights For His Ideals Is Alive.

That's The Nature Of Women, Not To Love When We Love Them, And To Love When We Love Them Not.

If You Are Ambitious Of Climbing Up To The Difficult, And In A Manner Inaccessible, Summit Of The Temple Of Fame, Your Surest Way Is To Leave On One Hand The Narrow Path Of Poetry, And Follow The Narrower Track Of Knight-errantry, Which In A Trice May Raise You To An Imperial Throne.

The Stomach Carries The Heart, And Not The Heart The Stomach.