The Wise Man, The True Friend, The

When I Read A Good Book, I Wish My Life Were Three Thousand Years Long.

Napoleon Said Of Massena, That He Was Not Himself Until The Battle Began To Go Against Him; Then, When The Dead Began To Fall In Ranks Around Him, Awoke His Powers Of Combination, And He Put On Terror And Victory As A Robe.

What Potent Blood Hath Modest May.

There Is Not A Piece Of Science, But Its Flank May Be Turned Tomorrow.

The World Is His Who Can See Through Its Pretension.