morning, noon
Honesty was preached to him on every side ; but did he , in his intercourse with the world , find men to be honest ? Or did it behove him , a practical man like him , a man so determined to battle with the world as he had determined , did it behove such a one as he to be more honest than his neighbours ? He also encouraged himself by that mystic word , ` Excelsior ! ' To him it was a watchword of battle , repeated morning , noon , and night . It was the prevailing idea of his life . ` Excelsior ' ! Yes ; how great , how grand , how all-absorbing is the idea !