He That Would Be Angry

There Is No Solemnity So Deep, To A Right-thinking Creature, As That Of Dawn.

Hundreds Of People Can Talk For One Who Can Think.

There Is No Action So Slight Or So Mean But It May Be Done To A Great Purpose, And Ennobled Thereby.

All Traveling Becomes Dull In Exact Proportion To Its Rapidity.

There's No Music In Rest, But There's The Making Of Music In It. And People Are Always Missing That Part Of The Life Melody, Always Talking Of Perseverance And Courage And Fortitude; But Patience Is The Finest And Worthiest Part Of Fortitude, And The Rarest, Too.