Wit Gives An Edge To Sense, And

Less Judgment Than Wit Is More Sail Than Ballast.

No Pain, No Palm; No Thorns, No Throne; No Gall, No Glory; No Cross, No Crown.

O Lord, Help Me Not To Despise Or Oppose What I Do Not Understand.

My Prison Shall Be My Grave Before I Will Budge A Jot; For I Owe My Conscience To No Mortal Man.

If You Protect A Man From Folly, You Will Soon Have A Nation Of Fools.