Policy Sits Above Conscience.

And Crispin Crispian Shall Ne'er Go By, From This Day To The Ending Of The World, But We In It Shall Be Remembered- We Few, We Happy Few, We Band Of Brothers; For He To-day That Sheds His Blood With Me Shall Be My Brother

Glory Is Like A Circle In The Water

Silence Is The Perfect Herald Of Joy.

The Fashion Of The World Is To Avoid Cost, And You Encounter It.

The Quality Of Nothing Hath Not Such Need To Hide Itself