No Noble Man Ever Hated Good Wine.

I Drink For The Thirst To Come.

War Begun Without Good Provision Of Money Beforehand For Going Through With It Is But As A Breathing Of Strength And Blast That Will Quickly Pass Away. Coin Is The Sinews Of War.

Indeed, Said The Monk, A Mass, A Matins, And Vespers Well Rung Are Half-said.

A Child Is Not A Vase To Be Filled, But A Fire To Be Lit.

I Drink No More Than A Sponge.