One Cannot But Mistrust A Prospect Of

Things Are Only Worth What You Make Them Worth.

We Live Under A Prince Who Is An Enemy To Fraud, A Prince Whose Eyes Penetrate Into The Heart, And Whom All The Art Of Impostors Can't Deceive.

Good Heavens! For More Than Forty Years I Have Been Speaking Prose Without Knowing It.

Birth Is Nothing Without Virtue, And We Have No Claim To Share In The Glory Of Our Ancestors Unless We Endeavor To Resemble Them.

Everyone Has A Right To His Own Course Of Action.