But Those Who Cannot Write, And Those

That Virtue Only Makes Our Bliss Below, And All Our Knowledge Is Ourselves To Know.

Every Professional Was Once An Amateur.

Say First, Of God Above Or Man Below; What Can We Reason But From What We Know.

When Two People Compliment Each Other With The Choice Of Anything, Each Of Them Generally Gets That Which He Likes Least.

Chiefs Who No More In Bloody Fights Engage, But Wise Through Time, And Narrative With Age, In Summer-days Like Grasshoppers Rejoice - A Bloodless Race, That Send A Feeble Voice.