No king nor nation one moment can retard the appointed hour.
He who proposes to be an author should first be a student.
He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.
Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.
But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.
Hushed as midnight silence.