A Man Is Old When

Compromise Makes A Good Umbrella, But A Poor Roof; It Is Temporary Expedient, Often Wise In Party Politics, Almost Sure To Be Unwise In Statesmanship.

To Fail At All Is To Fail Utterly.

Nature, They Say, Doth Dote, And Cannot Make A Man Save On Some Worn-out Plan, Repeating Us By Rote.

Keats Longed For Fame, But Longed Above All To Deserve It.

The Material Of Thought Re-acts Upon The Thought Itself.