Politeness Goes Far, Yet Costs Nothing.

No Good Thing Is Ever Lost. Nothing Dies, Not Even Life Which Gives Up One Form Only To Resume Another. No Good Action, No Good Example Dies. It Lives Forever In Our Race. While The Frame Moulders And Disappears, The Deed Leaves An Indelible Stamp, And Molds The Very Thought And Will Of Future Generations.

It Is A Grand Old Name, That Of Gentleman, And Has Been Recognized As A Rank And Power In All Stages Of Society. To Possess This Character Is A Dignity Of Itself, Commanding The Instinctive Homage Of Every Generous Mind, And Those Who Will Not Bow To Titular Rank Will Yet Do Homage To The Gentleman. His Qualities Depend Not Upon Fashion Or Manners, But Upon Moral Worth; Not On Personal Possessions, But On Personal Qualities.

An Intense Anticipation Itself Transforms Possibility Into Reality; Our Desires Being Often But Precursors Of The Things Which We Are Capable Of Performing.

Self-control Is Only Courage Under Another Form. It May Also Be Regarded As The Primary Essence Of Character.

Purposes, Like Eggs, Unless They Be Hatched Into Action, Will Run Into Rottenness.