Discretion Is The Perfection Of Reason, And

Silence, Maiden; Thy Tongue Outruns Thy Discretion.

He That Climbs A Ladder Must Begin At The First Round.

Greatness Of Any Kind Has No Greater Foe Than A Habit Of Drinking.

He Who Indulges His Sense In Any Excesses Renders Himself Obnoxious To His Own Reason; And, To Gratify The Brute In Him, Displeases The Man, And Sets His Two Natures At Variance.

Vengeance To God Alone Belongs; But, When I Think Of All My Wrongs My Blood Is Liquid Flame!