"from What I Have Seen Here," Remarked

There Are Men That Will Make You Books, And Turn Them Loose Into The World, With As Much Dispatch As They Would Do A Dish Of Fritters.

Arms Are My Ornaments, Warfare My Repose.

Sorrow Was Made For Man, Not For Beasts; Yet If Men Encourage Melancholy Too Much, They Become No Better Than Beasts.

Good Painter Imitates Nature, Bad Ones Spews It Up.

Not With Whom You Are Born, But With Whom You Are Bred.