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As A General Rule...people Ask For Advice Only In Order Not To Follow It; Or If They Do Follow It, In Order To Have Someone To Blame For Giving It.

One's Work May Be Finished Someday, But One's Education Never.

My Son, Be Worthy Of Your Noble Name, Worthily Borne By Your Ancestors For Over Five Hundred Years. Remember It’s By Courage, And Courage Alone, That A Nobleman Makes His Way Nowadays. Don’t Be Afraid Of Opportunities, And Seek Out Adventures. My Son, All I Have To Give You Is Fifteen Ecus, My Horse, And The Advice You’ve Just Heard. Make The Most Of These Gifts, And Have A Long, Happy Life.

Your Life Story Is A Novel; And People, Though They Love Novels Wound Between Two Yellow Paper Covers, Are Oddly Suspicious Of Those Which Come To Them In Living Vellum.

It Is Quite Rare For God To Provide A Great Man At The Necessary Moment To Carry Out Some Great Deep, Which Is Why When This Unusual Combination Of Circumstance Does Occur, History At Once Records The Name Of The Chosen One And Recommends Him To The Admiration Of Posterity.