The Storm Is Master. Man, As A

In A Narrow Circle The Mind Grows Narrow. The More One Expands, The Larger Their Aims.

Many A Smiling Face Hides A Mourning Heart; But Grief Alone Teaches Us What We Are.

Yet Have I Ever Heard It Said That Spies And Tale-bearers Have Done More Mischief In This World Than Poisoned Bowl Or The Assassin's Dagger.

A Pity About The People! They Are Brave Enough Comrades, But They Have Heads Like A Soapboiler's.

Modest Humility Is Beauty's Crown.