Memory Is The Receptacle And Sheath Of

As The Grace Of Man Is In The Mind, So The Beauty Of The Mind Is Eloquence.

The Thirst Of Desire Is Never Filled, Nor Fully Satisfied.

In Friendship We Find Nothing False Or Insincere; Everything Is Straight Forward, And Springs From The Heart.

For A Tear Is Quickly Dried, Especially When Shed For The Misfortunes Of Others.

No Wise Man Ever Thought That A Traitor Should Be Trusted.