Misfortune Does Not Help Us To Believe.

There Are Some Situations Which Men Understand By Instinct, By Which Reason Is Powerless To Explain; In Such Cases The Greatest Poet Is He Who Gives Utterance To The Most Natural And Vehement Outburst Of Sorrow. Those Who Hear The Bitter Cry Are As Much Impressed As If They Listened To An Entire Poem, And When Th Sufferer Is Sincere They Are Right In Regarding His Outburst As Sublime.

It Is Quite Rare For God To Provide A Great Man At The Necessary Moment To Carry Out Some Great Deep, Which Is Why When This Unusual Combination Of Circumstance Does Occur, History At Once Records The Name Of The Chosen One And Recommends Him To The Admiration Of Posterity.

My Son, Be Worthy Of Your Noble Name, Worthily Borne By Your Ancestors For Over Five Hundred Years. Remember It’s By Courage, And Courage Alone, That A Nobleman Makes His Way Nowadays. Don’t Be Afraid Of Opportunities, And Seek Out Adventures. My Son, All I Have To Give You Is Fifteen Ecus, My Horse, And The Advice You’ve Just Heard. Make The Most Of These Gifts, And Have A Long, Happy Life.

In This World, All--men, Women, And Kings--must Live For The Present. We Can Only Live For The Future For God

Haste Is A Poor Counselor