Fortune is the rod of the weak, and the staff of the brave.
Fortune is the rod of the weak, and the staff of the brave.
Fate loves the fearless.
The wisest man could ask no more of fate Than to be simple, modest, manly, true, Safe from the many, honored by the few Nothing to court in Church, or World, or State, But inwardly in secret to be great.
... It was in masking education not only common to all, but in some sense compulsory on all, that the destiny of the free republics of America was practically settled.
Good luck is the willing handmaid of a upright and energetic character, and conscientious observance of duty.
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