Intellect Is The Soul Of Man, The

The King Is The Man Who Can.

The World Is An Old Woman, And Mistakes Any Gilt Farthing For A Gold Coin; Whereby Being Often Cheated, She Will Thenceforth Trust Nothing But The Common Copper.

The Deadliest Sin Were The Consciousness Of No Sin

To Each Is Given A Certain Inward Talent, A Certain Outward Environment Or Fortune; To Each By Wisest Combination Of These Two, A Certain Maximum Capacity.

Thought Will Not Work Except In Silence.