A Brave Soul Is A Thing Which

Everything Is Sweetened By Risk.

Vanity In Its Idler Moments Is Benevolent, Is As Willing To Give Pleasure As To Take It, And Accepts As Sufficient Reward For Its Services A Kind Word Or An Approving Smile.

Every Day Travels Toward Death; The Last Only Arrives At It.

I Go Into My Library And All History Unrolls Before Me.

I Have Learned To Prize The Quiet, Lightning Deed, Not The Applauding Thunder At Its Heels That Men Call Fame.