If You Are For A Merry Jaunt,

Courage From Hearts And Not From Numbers Grows.

A Good Conscience Is A Port Which Is Landlocked On Every Side, Where No Winds Can Possibly Invade. There A Man May Not Only See His Own Image, But That Of His Maker, Clearly Reflected From The Undisturbed Waters.

Old As I Am, For Ladies' Love Unfit, The Power Of Beauty I Remember Yet.

Fiction Is Of The Essence Of Poetry As Well As Of Painting; There Is A Resemblance In One Of Human Bodies, Things, And Actions Which Are Not Real, And In The Other Of A True Story By Fiction.

Honor Is But An Empty Bubble.