To Fail To Do Good Is As

No Man Ever Wetted Clay And Then Left It, As If There Would Be Bricks By Chance And Fortune.

To One That Promised To Give Him Hardy Cocks That Would Die Fighting, "prithee," Said Cleomenes, "give Me Cocks That Will Kill Fighting.

Remember What Simonides Said, That He Never Repented That He Had Held His Tongue, But Often That He Had Spoken.

Beauty Is The Flower Of Virtue.

When A Man's Struggle Begins Within Oneself, The Man Is Worth Something.