Defeat Serves To Enlighten Us.

Who, In The Midst Of Just Provocation To Anger, Instantly Finds The Fit Word Which Settles All Around Him In Silence Is More Than Wise Or Just; He Is, Were He A Beggar, Of More Than Royal Blood, He Is Of Celestial Descent.

He Who Can Conceal His Joys, Is Greater Than He Who Can Hide His Griefs

The Cruelty Of The Effeminate Is More Dreadful Than That Or The Hardy.

The Craftiest Trickery Are Too Short And Ragged A Cloak To Cover A Bad Heart.

The Worst Of Faces Still Is Human.