Delay Always Breeds Danger.

Happy The Man To Whom Heaven Has Given A Morsel Of Bread Without Laying Him Under The Obligation Of Thanking Any Other For It Than Heaven Itself.

The Poet May Say Or Sing, Not As Things Were, But As They Ought To Have Been; But The Historian Must Pen Them, Not As They Ought To Have Been, But As They Really Were.

Anyone Who Does Not Know How To Make The Most Of His Luck Has No Right To Complain If It Passes By Him.

He Had A Face Like A Blessing.

He Preaches Well That Lives Well