All Is But Lip-wisdom Which Wants Experience.

It Depends On Education--that Holder Of The Keys Which The Almighty Hath Put Into Our Hands--to Open The Gates Which Lead To Virtue Or To Vice, To Happiness Or Misery.

Anger, The Stoics Said, Was A Short Madness.

The Day Seems Long, But Night Is Odious; No Sleep, But Dreams; No Dreams But Visions Strange.

A Brave Captain Is As A Root, Out Of Which, As Branches, The Courage Of His Soldiers Doth Spring.

Every Present Occasion Will Catch The Senses Of The Vain Man; And With That Bridle And Saddle You May Ride Him.