Might I Have Had My Own Will,

It Is Equally Pointless To Weep Because We Won't Be Alive A Hundred Years From Now As That We Were Not Here A Hundred Years Ago.

The Beauty Of Stature Is The Only Beauty Of Men.

It Is Far More Probable That Our Senses Should Deceive Us, Than That An Old Woman Should Be Carried Up A Chimney On A Broom Stick; And That It Is Far Less Astonishing That Witnesses Should Lie, Than That Witches Should Perform The Acts That Were Alleged.

The Clatter Of Arms Drowns Out The Voice Of Law.

Like The Watermen Who Advance Forward While They Look Backward.