Good Luck Lies In Odd Numbers.

Brevity Is The Soul Of Wit.

Most Friendship Is Feigning, Most Loving Mere Folly.

Such Men As He Be Never At Heart's Ease Whiles They Behold A Greater Than Themselves, And Therefore Are They Very Dangerous.

When To The Sessions Of Sweet Silent Thought I Summon Up Remembrance Of Things Past, I Sigh The Lack Of Many A Thing I Sought.

In A False Quarrel There Is No True Valor.