The First Mark Of Valor Is Defence.

Blasphemous Words Betray The Vain Foolishness Of The Speaker.

Give Tribute, But Not Oblation, To Human Wisdom.

A Noble Heart, Like The Sun, Showeth Its Greatest Countenance In Its Lowest Estate.

Anger, The Stoics Said, Was A Short Madness.

With How Sad Steps, O Moon, Thou Climb'st The Skies! How Silently, And With How Wan A Face!