Hell Itself Must Yield To Industry.

Give Me A Look, Give Me A Face, That Makes Simplicity A Grace Robes Loosely Flowing, Hair As Free Such Sweet Neglect More Taketh Me Than All The Adulteries Of Art: They Strike Mine Eyes, But Not My Heart.

The World Knows Only Two, That's Rome And I.

A Good King Is A Public Servant.

Freedom Doth With Degree Dispense.

Ambition, Like A Torrent, Never Looks Back.