There Is Nothing Costs Less Than Civility.

Poesy Is A Beauteous Damsel, Chaste, Honourable, Discreet, Witty, Retired, And Who Keeps Herself Within The Limits Of Propriety. She Is A Friend Of Solitude; Fountains Entertain Her, Meadows Console Her, Woods Free Her From Ennui, Flowers Delight Her; In Short, She Gives Pleasure And Instruction To All With Whom She Communicates.

Fear Has Many Eyes And Can See Things Underground.

A Knowledge Of Thyself Will Preserve Thee From Vanity.

Man Have To Have Friends Even In Hell.

I Shall Be As Secret As The Grave.