Always Imitate The Behaviour Of The Winners

I Know Him, February's Thrush, And Loud At Eve He Valentines On Sprays That Paw The Naked Bush Where Soon Will Sprout The Thorns And Bines.

The Man Who Has No Mind Of His Own Lends It To The Priests.

The Well Of True Wit Is Truth Itself.

Not Till The Fire Is Dying In The Grate, Look We For Any Kinship With The Stars. Oh, Wisdom Never Comes When It Is Gold, And The Great Price We Paid For It Full Worth: We Have It Only When We Are Half Earth. Little Avails That Coinage To The Old!

Perfect Simplicity Is Unconsciously Audacious.