It is not a great Xerxes army of words, but a compact Greek ten thousand that march safely down to posterity.

Not what we give, but what we share, for the gift without the giver is bare.

It is not without reason that fame is awarded only after death. The cloud-dust of notoriety which follows and envelops the men who drive with the wind bewilders contemporary judgment.

A man is old when he can pass an apple orchard and not remember the stomachache.

The one thing finished in this hasty world.

Greatly begin. Though thou have time, but for a line, be that sublime. Not failure, but low aim is crime.

I tell ye wut, my judgment is you're pooty sure to fail, Ez long 'z the head keeps turnin' back for counsel to the the tail.