There Is Something In The Pang Of

The First Requisite To Happiness Is That A Man Be Born In A Famous City.

In My Opinion, The Unjust Man Whose Tongue Is Full Of Glozing Rhetoric, Merits The Heaviest Punishment; Vaunting That He Can With His Tongue Gloze Over Injustice, He Dares To Act Wickedly, Yet He Is Not Over-wise.

A Sweet Thing, For Whatever Time, To Revisit In Dreams The Dear Dad We Have Lost.

A Coward Turns Away, But A Brave Man's Choice Is Danger.

The Stillest Tongue Can Be The Truest Friend.