That Glittering Hope Is Immemorial And Beckons

When Someone Isn't Seen For A Long Time, Well, Folk Soon Begin To Imagine The Worst.

Let No One Think Of Me That I Am Humble Or Weak Or Passive; Let Them Understand I Am Of A Different Kind: Dangerous To My Enemies, Loyal To My Friends. To Such A Life Glory Belongs.

We Must Take Care Of Our Minds Because We Cannot Benefit From Beauty When Our Brains Are Missing.

Delight In Splendor Is No More Than Happiness With Little: For Both Have Their Appeal.

A Coward Turns Away, But A Brave Man's Choice Is Danger.