With Useless Endeavour Forever, Forever,

My Designs And Labors And Aspirations Are My Only Friends.

Fame Comes Only When Deserved, And Then Is As Inevitable As Destiny, For It Is Destiny.

Sweet As The Tender Fragrance That Survives, When Martyred Flowers Breathe Out Their Little Lives, Sweet As A Song That Once Consoled Our Pain, But Never Will Be Sung To Us Again, Is They Remembrance. Now The Hour Of Rest Hath Come To Thee. Sleep, Darling: It Is Best.

If You Would Hit The Mark, You Must Aim A Little Above It.

Youth Comes But Once In A Lifetime.