Arms Are My Ornaments, Warfare My Repose.

There Are Two Kinds Of Beauty, One Being Of The Soul And The Other Of The Body, That Of The Soul Is Revealed Through Intelligence, Modesty, Right Conduct, Generosity And Good Breeding, All Of Which Qualities May Exist In An Ugly Man; And When One's Gaze Is Fixed Upon Beauty Of This Sort And Not Upon That Of The Body, Love Is Usually Born Suddenly And Violently.

I Find My Familiarity With Thee Has Bred Contempt.

Wit And Humor Do Not Reside In Slow Minds.

From Reading Too Much, And Sleeping Too Little, His Brain Dried Up On Him And He Lost His Judgment.

Fortune Leaves Always Some Door Open To Come At A Remedy.