They Who Lose Today May Win Tomorrow.

I Shall Be As Secret As The Grave.

For Historians Ought To Be Precise, Truthful, And Quite Unprejudiced, And Neither Interest Nor Fear, Hatred Nor Affection, Should Cause Them To Swerve From The Path Of Truth, Whose Mother Is History, The Rival Of Time, The Depository Of Great Actions, The Witness Of What Is Past, The Example And Instruction Of The Present, The Monitor Of The Future.

All Is Not Gold That Glisters.

It's Up To Brave Hearts, Sir, To Be Patient When Things Are Going Badly, As Well As Being Happy When They're Going Well ... For I've Heard That What They Call Fortune Is A Flighty Woman Who Drinks Too Much, And, What's More, She's Blind, So She Can't See What She's Doing, And She Doesn't Know Who She's Knocking Over Or Who She's Raising Up.

Urgent Necessity Prompts Many To Do Things.