There Is Nothing In Which A Horse's

Once You Have Decided To Keep A Certain Pile, It Is No Longer Yours; For You Can't Spend It.

I Would Rather Be An Expert On Me Than On Cicero

The Archer Who Overshoots His Mark Does No Better Than He Who Falls Short Of It.

We Commend A Horse For His Strength, And Sureness Of Foot, And Not For His Rich Caparisons; A Greyhound For His Share Of Heels, Not For His Fine Collar; A Hawk For Her Wing, Not For Her Jesses And Bells. Why, In Like Manner, Do We Not Value A Man For What Is Properly His Own? He Has A Great Train, A Beautiful Palace, So Much Credit, So Many Thousand Pounds A Year, And All These Are About Him, But Not In Him.

The Shortest Way To Arrive At Glory Would Be To Do That For Conscience Which We Do For Glory.