Our Swords Are In God's Hands, And

No One Rises So High As He Who Knows Not Whither He Is Going. Not Only Strike While The Iron Is Hot, But Make It Hot By Striking. Do Not Trust The Cheering, For Those Persons Would Shout As Much If You Or I Were Going To Be Hanged.

I Was By Birth A Gentleman, Living Neither In Any Considerable Height Nor Yet In Obscurity.

Make The Iron Hot By Striking It.

My Prayer Is That God Give Me No Longer Life Than I Shall Be Glad To Use Mine Office In Edification, And Not In Destruction.

Because I Fear God, I Have No Man To Fear.