For man is man and master of his fate.

When the Sun Clearest shineth Serenest in the heaven, Quickly are obscured All over the earth Other stars.

The saddest thing about any man is that he be ignorant, and the most exciting thing is that he knows.

All things have rest: why should we toil alone, We only toil, who are the first of things.

The greater the man the greater the courtesy.

I desire to leave to the men that come after me a remembrance of me in good works.

Ah, why should life all labor be?