In All Negotiations Of Difficulty, A Man

Many Secrets Of Art And Nature Are Thought By The Unlearned To Be Magical.

I Loathe My Own Face, And I've Done Self-portraits Because I've Had Nobody Else To Do.

Above All, Believe It, The Sweetest Canticle Is Nunc Dimittis, When A Man Hath Obtained Worthy Ends And Expectations. Death Hath This Also, That It Openeth The Gate To Good Fame, And Extinguisheth Envy.

All Bravery Stands Upon Comparisons.

In Every Great Time There Is Some One Idea At Work Which Is More Powerful Than Any Other, And Which Shapes The Events Of The Time And Determines Their Ultimate Issues.