But I account it worth All pangs of fair hopes crost All loves and honors lost, To gain the heavens, at cost Of losing earth

Baby bye Here's a fly, Let us watch him, you and I, How he crawls Up the walls Yet he never falls.

Once in Persia reigned a king
Who upon his signet ring
Graved a maxim true and wise,
Which he held before the eyes
Gave him counsel at a glance
Fit for every change and chance.
Solemn words, and these are they:
Even this shall pass away.

What is fame? Fame is but a slow decay, Even this shall pass away

The more we study human nature, the less we think of men - the more of man

No man is worth his salt who is not ready at all times to risk his body - to risk his well-being - to risk his life - in a great cause