Arms Are My Ornaments, Warfare My Repose.

There Is Nothing Costs Less Than Civility.

The Pen Is The Language Of The Soul; As The Concepts That In It Are Generated, Such Will Be Its Writings.

Sorrow Was Made For Man, Not For Beasts; Yet If Men Encourage Melancholy Too Much, They Become No Better Than Beasts.

Love Is Invisible And Comes And Goes Where It Wants, Without Anyone Asking About It.

Blessed Be He Who Invented Sleep, A Cloak That Covers All A Man's Thoughts.