There Is Not A Moment Without Some

True Glory Takes Root, And Even Spreads; All False Pretences, Like Flowers, Fall To The Ground; Nor Can Any Counterfeit Last Long.

No Deceit Is So Veiled As That Which Lies Concealed Behind The Semblance Of Courtesy.

Habit Is, As It Were, A Second Nature. [lat., Consuetudo Quasi Altera Natura Effici.]

Pleasant Is The Recollection Of Dangers Past.

He Who Hangs On The Errors Of The Ignorant Multitude, Must Not Be Counted Among Great Men.