Hope Itself Is A Pain, While It

In Victory, The Hero Seeks The Glory, Not The Prey.

Weigh Not So Much What Men Assert, As What They Prove. Truth Is Simple And Naked, And Needs Not Invention To Apparel Her Comeliness.

There Is No Man Suddenly Either Excellently Good Or Extremely Evil, But Grows Either As He Holds Himself Up In Virtue Or Lets Himself Slide To Viciousness.

Remember That In All Miseries Lamenting Becomes Fools, And Action, Wise Folk.

Woman Was Formed To Admire; Man To Be Admirable. His Are The Glories Of The Sun At Noonday; Hers The Softened Splendors Of The Midnight Moon.