We Must Not Say That Every Mistake

Pleasant Is The Recollection Of Dangers Past.

All The Arts Of Refinement Have Mutual Kinship.

The Best Armour Of Old Age Is A Well Spent Life Preceding It; A Life Employed In The Pursuit Of Useful Knowledge, In Honourable Actions And The Practice Of Virtue; In Which He Who Labours To Improve Himself From His Youth, Will In Age Reap The Happiest Fruits Of Them; Not Only Because These Never Leave A Man, Not Even In The Extremest Old Age; But Because A Conscience Bearing Witness That Our Life Was Well-spent, Together With The Remembrance Of Past Good Actions, Yields An Unspeakable Comfort To The Soul

No Wise Man Ever Thought That A Traitor Should Be Trusted.

Strain Every Nerve To Gain Your Point.