Tis Immortality To Die Aspiring.

Blood, Though It Sleep A Time, Yet Never Dies. The Gods On Murtherers Fix Revengeful Eyes.

I Will Neither Yield To The Song Of The Siren Nor The Voice Of The Hyena, The Tears Of The Crocodile Nor The Howling Of The Wolf.

There Is A Nick In Fortune's Restless Wheel For Each Man's Good.

An Englishman, Being Flattered, Is A Lamb; Threatened, A Lion.

Pure Innovation Is More Gross Than Error.