Ill Fortune Never Crushed That Man Whom

Fortitude Is The Marshal Of Thought, The Armor Of The Will, And The Fort Of Reason.

Nor Is Mine A Trumpet Which Summons And Excites Men To Cut Each Other To Pieces With Mutual Contradictions, Or To Quarrel And Fight With One Another; But Rather To Make Peace Between Themselves, And Turning With United Forces Against The Nature Of Things

A Graceful And Pleasing Figure Is A Perpetual Letter Of Recommendation.

A Good Name Is Like Precious Ointment ; It Filleth All Round About, And Will Not Easily Away; For The Odors Of Ointments Are More Durable Than Those Of Flowers.

Of All The Things In Nature, The Formation And Endowment Of Man Was Singled Out By The Ancients.