The Mere Act Of Believing That Some

Tomorrow Will Give Us Something To Think About

Nothing Is More Noble, Nothing More Venerable Than Fidelity.

It Is The Stain And Disgrace Of The Age To Envy Virtue, And To Be Anxious To Crush The Very Flower Of Dignity.

Advice In Old Age Is Foolish; For What Can Be More Absurd Than To Increase Our Provisions For The Road The Nearer We Approach To Our Journey's End.

Strain Every Nerve To Gain Your Point.