When Duty Whispers Low, Thou Must, The

All Is A Riddle, And The Key To A Riddle...is Another Riddle.

People Who Wash Much Have A High Mind About It, And Talk Down To Those Who Wash Little.

For This Present, Hard Is The Fortune Of The Bard, Born Out Of Time; All His Accomplishment, From Nature's Utmost Treasure Spent, Booteth Not Him.

The Purpose Of Life Is Not To Be Happy. It Is To Be Useful, To Be Honorable, To Be Compassionate, To Have It Make Some Difference That You Have Lived And Lived Well.

It Is One Of The Blessings Of Old Friends That You Can Afford To Be Stupid With Them.