Noblest Minds Are Easiest Bent.

All Things Are In The Hand Of Heaven, And Folly, Eldest Of Jove's Daughters, Shuts Men's Eyes To Their Destruction. She Walks Delicately, Not On The Solid Earth, But Hovers Over The Heads Of Men To Make Them Stumble Or To Ensnare Them.

Go On With A Spirit That Fears Nothing.

Here, Therefore, Huge And Mighty Warrior Though You Be, Here Shall You Die.

Anger, Which, Far Sweeter Than Trickling Drops Of Honey, Rises In The Bosom Of A Man Like Smoke.

The Stars Never Lie, But The Astrologers Lie About The Stars.