Character Is Itself A Fortune.

The Career Of A Great Man Remains An Enduring Monument Of Human Energy. The Man Dies And Disappears, But His Thoughts And Acts Survive And Leave An Indelible Stamp Upon His Race.

This Extraordinary Metal, The Soul Of Every Manufacture, And The Mainspring Perhaps Of Civilised Society. Of Iron.

Energy Enables A Man To Force His Way Through Irksome Drudgery And Dry Details And Caries Him Onward And Upward To Every Station In Life.

Progress However, Of The Best Kind, Is Comparatively Slow. Great Results Cannot Be Achieved At Once; And We Must Be Satisfied To Advance In Life As We Walk, Step By Step.

Those Who Aren't Making Mistakes Probably Aren't Making Anything.