I Would Die At The Stake Rather

I Have A Different Idea Of Elegance. I Don't Dress Like A Fop, It's True, But My Moral Grooming Is Impeccable. I Never Appear In Public With A Soiled Conscience, A Tarnished Honor, Threadbare Scruples, Or An Insult That I Haven't Washed Away. I'm Always Immaculately Clean, Adorned With Independence And Frankness. I May Not Cut A Stylish Figure, But I Hold My Soul Erect. I Wear My Deeds As Ribbons, My Wit Is Sharper Then The Finest Mustache, And When I Walk Among Men I Make Truths Ring Like Spurs.

A Great Nose May Be An Index Of A Great Soul

The Dream, Alone, Is Of Interest. What Is Life Without A Dream?

A Man Does Not Fight To Win; It Is Better To Fight In Vain.

A Pessimist Is A Man Who Tells The Truth Prematurely.