Experience Is By Industry Achieved, And Perfected

I Have Thrust Myself Into This Maze, Haply To Wive And Thrive As Best I May.

From This Day To The Ending Of The World, But We In It Shall Be Remembered- We Few, We Happy Few, We Band Of Brothers; For He To-day That Sheds His Blood With Me Shall Be My Brother; Be He Ne’er So Vile, This Day Shall Gentle His Condition; And Gentlemen In England Now-a-bed Shall Think Themselves Accurs’d They Were Not Here, And Hold Their Manhoods Cheap Whiles Any Speaks That Fought With Us Upon Saint Crispin’s Day.

But Men Are Men; The Best Sometimes Forget.

Mend When Thou Canst; Be Better At Thy Leisure.

Lord, What Fools These Mortals Be!