He Who's Never Loved Cannot Be Good.

Arms Are My Ornaments, Warfare My Repose.

The Man Who Is Prepared Has His Battle Half Fought.

Do But Take Care To Express Yourself In A Plain, Easy Manner, In Well-chosen, Significant And Decent Terms, And To Give A Harmonious And Pleasing Turn To Your Periods: Study To Explain Your Thoughts, And Set Them In The Truest Light, Labouring As Much As Possible, Not To Leave Them Dark Nor Intricate, But Clear And Intelligible.

All Kinds Of Beauty Do Not Inspire Love; There Is A Kind Which Only Pleases The Sight, But Does Not Captivate The Affections.

I Would Have Nobody To Control Me; I Would Be Absolute: And Who But I? Now, He That Is Absolute Can Do What He Likes; He That Can Do What He Likes Can Take His Pleasure; He That Can Take His Pleasure Can Be Content; And He That Can Be Content Has No More To Desire. So The Matter 's Over; And Come What Will Come, I Am Satisfied.