There Is No Better Ballast For Keeping

The Future Works Out Great Men's Destinies; The Present Is Enough For Common Souls, Who, Never Looking Forward, Are Indeed Mere Clay Wherein The Footprints Of Their Age Are Petrified Forever.

Now The Heart Is So Full That A Drop Overfills It; We Are Happy Now Because God Wills It.

A Wise Man Travels To Discover Himself.

Of My Merit On That Pint You Yourself May Jedge: All Is, I Never Drink No Sperit, Nor I Haint Never Signed No Pledge.

No Man Can Produce Great Things Who Is Not Thoroughly Sincere In Dealing With Himself.