The Voice Of The Majority Is No

Time Consecrates; And What Is Gray With Age Becomes Religion.

If You Cannot Please Everyone With Your Deeds And Your Art, Please A Few. To Please Many Is Bad.

Virtue Is No Empty Echo.

I Am Called The Richest Monarch In The Christian World; The Sun In My Dominion Never Sets.

The Storm Is Master. Man, As A Ball, Is Tossed Twixt Winds And Billows.