Histories In Blazonry And Poems In Stone.

Dishonor Is Like The Aaron's Beard In The Hedgerows; It Can Only Poison If It Be Plucked.

Friendship Needs To Be Rooted In Respect, But Love Can Live Upon Itself Alone

There Is No Applause That So Flatters A Man As That Which He Wrings From Unwilling Throats.

To Vice, Innocence Must Always Seem Only A Superior Kind Of Chicanery.

Fame Has Only The Span Of The Day, They Say. But To Live In The Hearts Of People-that Is Worth Something.