If Self-knowledge Is The Road To Virtue,

Repetition Is The Mother Of Education.

Memory, Wit, Fancy, Acuteness, Cannot Grow Young Again In Old Age, But The Heart Can.

Man Has Here Two And A Half Minutes-one To Smile, One To Sigh, And A Half To Love: For In The Midst Of This Minute He Dies.

A Loving Maiden Grows Unconsciously More Bold.

The Look Of A King Is Itself A Deed.