Everything Comes In Time To Those Who

War Begun Without Good Provision Of Money Beforehand For Going Through With It Is But As A Breathing Of Strength And Blast That Will Quickly Pass Away. Coin Is The Sinews Of War.

I Do Not Drink More Than A Sponge.

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.

I Drink No More Than A Sponge.