The dreariest spot in all the land to Death they set apart; with scant >>
Clothe with life the weak intent, let me be the thing I meant. >>
Give fools their gold, and knaves their power; let fortune's bubbles r >>
One thought driven home is better than three left on base. >>
It isn't sufficient just to want -- you've got to ask yourself what yo >>
The soul is made for action, and cannot rest till it be employed. Idle >>
Speak out in acts; the time for words has passed, and only deeds will suffice.