Obtain Power, Then, By All Means; Power

Nature Knows Best, And She Says, Roar!

Habit Is, To Weak Minds, A Species Of Moral Predestination, From Which They Have No Power To Escape.

Possessed, As Are All The Fair Daughters Of Eve, Of An Hereditary Propensity, Transmitted To Them Undiminished Through Succeeding Generations, To Be 'soonmoved Withtheslightesttouch Of Blame'; Very Little Precept And Practice Will Confirm Them In The Habit, And Instruct Them All The Maxims, Of Self-justification.

No Man Ever Distinguished Himself Who Could Not Bear To Be Laughed At.

It Is Unjust And Absurd Of Those Advancing In Years, To Expect Of The Young That Confidence Should Come All And Only On Their Side: The Human Heart, At Whatever Age, Opens Only To The Heart That Opens In Return.