Fame, They Tell You, Is Air; But

Life Is But Sighs; And, When They Cease, 'tis Over.

A Man's Vanity Tells Him What Is Honor, A Man's Conscience What Is Justice.

Vast Objects Of Remote Altitude Must Be Looked At A Long While Before They Are Ascertained. Ages Are The Telescope Tubes That Must Be Lengthened Out For Shakespeare; And Generations Of Men Serve But A Single Witness To His Claims.

The Flame Of Anger, Bright And Brief, Sharpens The Barb Of Love.

Greatness, As We Daily See It, Is Unsociable.