Time Mends All, Ends All Things Earthly.

The Fittest, Not The Richest, Make The Most Enviable Mark. Pampered Sons Of Plutocrats May Shine For A Time In Society, But Not In The World Of Affairs And Of Service Unless They Rip Off Their Coats And Get To Work Early And Stay Late. To Be Born With A Golden Spoon In The Mouth Is More Of A Handicap Than A Help In Attaining Worthwhile Success In This Age.

Work Is The Meat Of Life, Pleasure The Dessert.

Success Is Sweetest To One Who Has Known Failure.

The Human Being Who Lives Only For Himself Finally Reaps Nothing But Unhappiness. Selfishness Corrodes. Unselfishness Ennobles, Satisfies.

The Young Man Who Addresses Himself In Stern Earnest To Organizing His Life-his Habits, His Associations, His Reading, His Study, His Work-stands Far More Chance Of Rising To A Position Affording Him Opportunity To Exercise His Organizing Abilities Than The Fellow Who Dawdles Along Without Chart Or Compass, Without Plan Or Purpose, Without Self-improvement And Self-discipline.