It Is Cruelty In War That Buyeth

We Become Willing Servants To The Good By The Bonds Their Virtues Lay Upon Us.

In Forming A Judgment, Lay Your Hearts Void Of Foretaken Opinions; Else, Whatsoever Is Done Or Said, Will Be Measured By A Wrong Rule; Like Them Who Have Jaundice, To Whom Everything Appears Yellow.

They Love Indeed Who Quake To Say They Love.

There Is No Man Suddenly Either Excellently Good Or Extremely Evil, But Grows Either As He Holds Himself Up In Virtue Or Lets Himself Slide To Viciousness.

What Is Birth To A Man If It Shall Be A Stain To His Dead Ancestors To Have Left Such An Offspring?