Thought I To Myself, We Shall Never

I Have Known Many Who Could Not When They Would, For They Had Not Done It When They Could.

If The Head Is Lost, All That Perishes Is The Individual; If The Balls Are Lost, All Of Human Nature Perishes.

So Much Is A Man Worth As He Esteems Himself.

How Comes It That You Curse, Frere Jean? It's Only, Said The Monk, In Order To Embellish My Language. They Are The Colors Of Ciceronian Rhetoric.

I've Often Heard It Said, As The Common Proverb Goes, That A Fool Can Teach A Wise Man Well.