Pain, Indolence, Sterility, Endless Ennui

Each Of Us Sees In Others What We Carry In Our Own Hearts.

My Life Is Not An Apology, But A Life. It Is For Itself And Not For A Spectacle. I Much Prefer That It Should Be Of A Lower Strain, So It Be Genuine And Equal, Than That It Should Be Glittering And Unsteady.

A Man In Pursuit Of Greatness Feels No Little Wants.

When A Resolute Young Fellow Steps Up To The Great Bully, The World, And Takes Him Boldly By The Beard, He Is Often Surprised To Find It Comes Off In His Hand, And That It Was Only Tied On To Scare Away The Timid Adventurers.

In Imitation Is A Bit Suicide.