Why Will You Be Always Sallying Out

Poet, Forger Of Ideals, Dreamer Among The Possibilities Of Life, Prophet Of The Millenium, Do You Get Impatient With The Prosaic Life Around You -- The Dulness, And The Earthliness, And The Brutishness Of Men? Fret Not. Go Forward Into The Realm Which Stretches Before You; Climb The Highest Mountain You Can Reach, And Plant A Cross There. The Nations Will Come Up To It Some Day. Work For Immortality If You Will; Then Wait For It. If Your Own Age Fail To Recognize You, A Coming Age Will Not.

Every Man Who Can Be A First-rate Something -- As Every Man Can Be Who Is A Man At All -- Has No Right To Be A Fifth-rate Something; For A Fifth-rate Something Is Not Better Than A First-rate Nothing.

Wealth Is The Least Trustworthy Of Anchors.

There Is No Point Where Art So Nearly Touches Nature As When It Appears In The Form Of Words.

There Is Nothing More Precious To A Man Than His Will; There Is Nothing Which He Relinquishes With So Much Reluctance.