The Conduct Of Our Lives Is The

Our Great And Glorious Masterpiece Is To Live Appropriately.

Every Abridgement Of A Good Book Is A Fool Abridged.

Valor Is Strength, Not Of Legs And Arms, But Of Heart And Soul; It Consists Not In The Worth Of Our Horse Or Our Weapons, But In Our Own.

A Wise Man Loses Nothing, If He But Save Himself.

Can Anything Be Imagined So Ridiculous That This Miserable And Wretched Creature, Who Is Not So Much As Master Of Himself, But Subject To The Injuries Of All Things, Should Call Himself Master And Emperor Of The World, Of Which He Has Not Power To Know The Least Part, Much Less To Command The Whole?