Medicine For The Dead Is Too Late

Vain Hopes Are Like Certain Dreams Of Those Who Wake.

Nature Herself Has Never Attempted To Effect Great Changes Rapidly.

From Writing Rapidly It Does Not Result That One Writes Well, But From Writing Well It Results That One Writes Rapidly.

While We Ponder When To Begin, It Becomes Too Late To Do.

To My Mind The Boy Who Gives Least Promise Is One In Whom The Critical Faculty Develops In Advance Of The Imagination.