The Stone Often Recoils On The Head

Of Myself I Must Say This, I Never Was Any Greedy, Scraping Grasper, Nor A Strait Fast-holding Prince, Nor Yet A Master; My Heart Was Never Set On Worldly Goods, But Only For My Subjects' Good.

It Is Hard To Find Beauty In The Art Of Self Expression.

The True Sin Against The Holy Ghost Is Ingratitude.

I Would Gladly Chastise Those Who Represent Things As Different From What They Are. Those Who Steal Property Or Make Counterfeit Money Are Punished, And Those Ought To Be Still More Severely Dealt With Who Steal Away Or Falsify The Good Name Of A Prince.

The Stone Often Recoils On The Head Of The Thrower.