Every Day Travels Toward Death; The Last

The Spot Of Ground On Which A Man Has Stood Is Forever Interesting To Him.

A Man Can Bear A World's Contempt When He Has That Within Which Says He's Worthy. When He Contemns Himself, There Burns The Hell.

To Sit For One's Portrait Is Like Being Present At One's Own Creation.

A Man Does Not Plant A Tree For Himself; He Plants It For Posterity.

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