Be Slow Of Tongue And Quick Of

Pray, Look Better, Sir... Those Things Yonder Are No Giants, But Windmills.

Take Away The Motive, And You Take Away The Sin.

Let Every Man Mind His Own Business.

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

The Brave Man Carves Out His Fortune, And Every Man Is The Sum Of His Own Works.