When Thou Art At Rome, Do As

A Closed Mouth Catches No Flies.

Sorrow Was Made For Man, Not For Beasts; Yet If Men Encourage Melancholy Too Much, They Become No Better Than Beasts.

That One Man Scorned And Covered With Scars Still Strove With His Last Ounce Of Courage To Reach The Unreachable Star.

The Journey Is Better Than The Inn".

I Had Rather Munch A Crust Of Brown Bread And An Onion In A Corner, Without Any More Ado, Or Ceremony, Than Feed Upon Turkey At Another Man's Table.