To Open His Lips Is Crime In

Whom Men Fear They Hate, And Whom They Hate, They Wish Dead.

He Who Civilly Shows The Way To One Who Has Missed It, Is As One Who Has Lighted Another's Lamp From His Own Lamp; It None The Less Gives Light To Himself When It Burns For The Other.

The Idle Mind Knows Not What It Wants.

One Man Restored Our Fortunes By Delay. [by Skilfully Avoiding An Engagement, Fabius Exhausted The Resources Of The Enemy.]

How Can Life Be Worth Living, If Devoid Of The Calm Trust Reposed By Friend In Friend? What Sweeter Joy Than In The Kindred Soul, Whose Converse Differs Not From Self-communion?