A Habit Does Not A Monk Make.

A Man Of Good Sense Always Believes What He Is Told, And What He Finds Written Down.

The Probity That Scintillizes In The Superfices Of Your Persons Informs My Ratiocinating Faculty, In A Most Stupendous Manner, Of The Radiant Virtues Latent Within The Precious Caskets And Ventricles Of Your Minds.

If The Head Is Lost, All That Perishes Is The Individual; If The Balls Are Lost, All Of Human Nature Perishes.

Tell The Truth And Shame The Devil.

So Much Is A Man Worth As He Esteems Himself.