Fame comes only when deserved, and then is as inevitable as destiny, for it is destiny.
What shall I say to you? What can I say Better than silence is?
Let us, then, be what we are; speak what we think; and in all things keep ourselves loyal to truth.
Dead he is not, but departed, for the artist never dies.
The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.
Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.