Ambition, Like A Torrent, Never Looks Back.

Chance Will Not Do The Work. Chance Sends The Breeze; But If The Pilot Slumber At The Helm, The Very Wind That Wafts Us Tow'rds The Port May Dash Us On The Shoals. The Steersman's Part Is Vigilance, Or Blow It Rough Or Smooth.

A Good King Is A Public Servant.

True Gladness Doth Not Always Speak; Joy, Bred And Born But In The Tongue, Is Weak.

The Soul Of Man Is Infinite In What It Covets.

My Thoughts And I Were Of Another World.