Women Do Most Delight In Revenge.

There Are Mystically In Our Faces Certain Characters Which Carry In Them The Motto Of Our Souls, Wherein He That Cannot Read May Read Our Natures.

There Is No Royal Road Or Ready Way To Virtue.

Forcible Ways Make Not An End Of Evil, But Leave Hatred And Malice Behind Them.

But Man Is A Noble Animal, Splendid In Ashes, And Pompous In The Grave, Solemnizing Nativities And Deaths With Equal Lustre, Nor Omitting Ceremonies Of Bravery, In The Infamy Of His Nature. Life Is A Pure Flame, And We Live By An Invisible Sun Within Us.

Festination May Prove Precipitation; Deliberating Delay May Be Wise Cunctation.