Don't Ask Of Your Friends What You

Let No One Honour Me With Tears, Or Bury Me With Lamentation. Why? Because I Fly Hither And Thither, Living In The Mouths Of Me. [lat., Nemo Me Lacrymis Decoret, Nec Funera Fletu. Faxit Cur? Volito Vivu' Per Ora Virum.]

The Idle Mind Knows Not What It Wants.

A True Friend Is Distinguished In The Crisis Of Hazard And Necessity; When The Gallantry Of His Aid May Show The Worth Of His Soul And The Loyalty Of His Heart.

O Friend Unseen, Unborn, Unknown, Student Of Our Sweet English Tongue, I Never Indulge In Poetics - Unless I Am Down With Rheumatics.

He Who Has Two Languages Has Two Souls.