Hope Is The Second Soul Of The

The Decline Of Literature Indicates The Decline Of A Nation.

Without Haste! Without Rest! Bind The Motto To Thy Breast! Bear It With Thee As A Spell; Storm Or Sunshine , Guard It Well.

To Act Is Easy; To Think Is Hard.

I Am Very Anxious To Please The Public, Particularly As It Lives And Lets Live.

Character Is Constructed Amidst The Tempests Of The World