Fame Nowadays Is Little Else But Notoriety.

The Song That We Hear With Our Ears Is Only The Song That Is Sung In Our Hearts.

Dishonor Is Like The Aaron's Beard In The Hedgerows; It Can Only Poison If It Be Plucked.

There Is A Chord In Every Heart That Has A Sigh In It If Touched Aright.

Histories In Blazonry And Poems In Stone.

Talent Wears Well, Genius Wears Itself Out; Talent Drives A Snug Brougham In Fact; Genius, A Sun-chariot In Fancy.