Let Pride Go Afore, Shame Will Follow

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.

Flatterers Look Like Friends, As Wolves Like Dogs.

Give Me A Spirit That On This Life's Rough Sea Loves T'have His Sails Filled With A Lusty Wind, Even Till His Sail-yards Tremble, His Masts Crack, And His Ship Run On Her Side So Low That She Drinks Water, And Her Keel Plows Air.

Danger, The Spur Of All Great Minds.

Tis Immortality To Die Aspiring.