You Can Make Even A Parrot Into

Know What Thou Canst Work At, And Work At It Like A Hercules.

Hero-worship Exists, Has Existed, And Will Forever Exist, Universally, Among Mankind.

Poetry Is The Attempt Which Man Makes To Render His Existence Harmonious.

The True Past Departs Not, No Truth Or Goodness Realized By Man Ever Dies, Or Can Die; But All Is Still Here, And, Recognized Or Not, Lives And Works Through Endless Change.

Fame, We May Understand, Is No Sure Test Of Merit, But Only A Probability Of Such: It Is An Accident, Not A Property, Of A Man; Like Light, It Can Give Little Or Nothing, But At Most May Show What Is Given.