Keats Longed For Fame, But

Human Nature Has A Much Greater Genius For Sameness Than For Originality.

Reputation Is Only A Candle, Of Wavering And Uncertain Flame, And Easily Blown Out, But It Is The Light By Which The World Looks For And Finds Merit.

The Only Faith That Wears Well And Holds Its Color In All Weathers Is That Which Is Woven Of Conviction And Set With The Sharp Mordant Of Experience.

You've Gut To Git Up Airly Ef You Want To Take In God.

That Pernicious Sentiment, "our Country, Right Or Wrong."