Knowledge Is The Only Elegance.

Discontent Is Want Of Self-reliance; It Is Infirmity Of Will.

He, Who Loves The Bristle Of Bayonets, Only Sees In Their Glitter What Beforehand He Feels In His Hand.

The Word Unto The Prophet Spoken Was Writ On Tablets Yet Unbroken: The Word By Seers Or Sibyls Told, In Groves Of Oak Or Fanes Of Gold, Still Floats Upon The Morning Wind, Still Whispers To The Willing Mind.

A Man's Action Is Only A Poicture Book Of His Creed.

The Search After The Great Men Is The Dream Of Youth, And The Most Serious Occupation Of Manhood.