I looked back at the summit of the mountain, which seemed but a cubit high in comparison with the height of human contemplation, were in not too often merged in the corruptions of the earth.

Hope is incredible to the slave of grief.

I looked back at the summit of the mountain, which seemed but a cubit high in comparison with the height of human contemplation, were in not too often merged in the corruptions of the earth.

Ruthless striving, overcomes everything.

Mere elegance of language can produce at best but an empty renown.

There is no lighter burden, nor more agreeable, than a pen.

For virtue only finds eternal Fame.