The Very Remembrance Of My Former Misfortune

History Is The Depository Of Great Actions, The Witness Of What Is Past, The Example And Instructor Of The Present, And Monitor To The Future.

Jests That Give Pains Are No Jests.

Pray, Look Better, Sir... Those Things Yonder Are No Giants, But Windmills.

I Had Rather Munch A Crust Of Brown Bread And An Onion In A Corner, Without Any More Ado, Or Ceremony, Than Feed Upon Turkey At Another Man's Table.

That One Man Scorned And Covered With Scars Still Strove With His Last Ounce Of Courage To Reach The Unreachable Star.