The Religion Of One Seems Madness Unto

To Be Nameless In Worthy Deeds Exceeds An Infamous History.

He Is Like To Be Mistaken Who Makes Choice Of A Covetous Man For A Friend, Or Relieth Upon The Reed Of Narrow And Poltroon Friendship. Pitiful Things Are Only To Be Found In The Cottages Of Such Breasts; But Bright Thoughts, Clear Deeds, Constancy, Fidelity, Bounty And Generous Honesty Are The Gems Of Noble Minds, Wherein (to Derogate From None) The True, Heroic English Gentleman Hath No Peer.

There Is No Man Alone, Because Every Man Is A Microcosm, And Carries The Whole World About Him.

All The Wonders You Seek Are Within Yourself.

Oblivion Is Not To Be Hired.