Faint Heart Ne'er Won Fair Lady.

I Would Do What I Pleased, And Doing What I Pleased, I Should Have My Will, And Having My Will, I Should Be Contented; And When One Is Contented, There Is No More To Be Desired; And When There Is No More To Be Desired, There Is An End Of It.

Fortune Leaves Always Some Door Open To Come At A Remedy.

The Man Who Fights For His Ideals Is Alive.

There Is A Strange Charm In The Thoughts Of A Good Legacy, Or The Hopes Of An Estate, Which Wondrously Removes Or At Least Alleviates The Sorrow That Men Would Otherwise Feel For The Death Of Friends.

Liberty, As Well As Honor, Man Ought To Preserve At The Hazard Of His Life, For Without It Life Is Insupportable