Fame, The Sovereign Deity Of Proud Ambition.

I Ne'er Could Any Lustre See In Eyes That Would Not Look On Me; I Ne'er Saw Nectar On A Lip But Where My Own Did Hope To Sip.

Date Not The Life Which Thou Hast Run By The Mean Of Reckoning Of The Hours And Days, Which Though Hast Breathed: A Life Spent Worthily Should Be Measured By A Nobler Line, - By Deeds, Not Years.

Humanity Is Composed But Of Two Categories, The Invalids And The Nurses

A Circulating Library In A Town Is As An Evergreen Tree Of Diabolical Knowledge.

My Valour Is Certainly Going! - It Is Sneaking Off! - I Feel It Oozing Out As It Were At The Palms Of My Hands!