Health And Cheerfulness Make Beauty

Arms Are My Ornaments, Warfare My Repose.

Alas! All Music Jars When The Soul's Out Of Tune.

A Man Prepared Has Half Fought The Battle.

Let Everyone Turn Himself Around, And Look At Home, And He Will Find Enough To Do.

History Is In A Manner A Sacred Thing, So Far As It Contains Truth; For Where Truth Is, The Supreme Father Of It May Also Be Said To Be, At Least, Inasmuch As Concerns Truth.