He That Shuns Trifles Must Shun The

Ignorance Is The Mother Of Admiration.

Danger, The Spur Of All Great Minds.

I Will Neither Yield To The Song Of The Siren Nor The Voice Of The Hyena, The Tears Of The Crocodile Nor The Howling Of The Wolf.

I Pray, What Flowers Are These? The Pansy This, O, That's For Lover's Thoughts.

Who To Himself Is Law No Law Doth Need; Offends None And Is King Indeed.