His heart kep' goin' pity-pat, But hern went pity-Zekle.

When I was a beggarly boy, And lived in a cellar damp, I had not a friend nor a toy, But I had Aladdin's lamp.

What men call luck Is the prerogative of valiant souls, The fealty life pays its rightful kings.

Blessed are they who have nothing to say and who cannot be persuaded to say it.

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.

Good luck is the willing handmaid of upright, energetic character, and conscientious observance of duty.

As one lamp lights another, nor grows less,So nobleness enkindleth nobleness.