My Idea Of An Agreeable Person Is

With Words We Govern Men.

All Is Mystery; But He Is A Slave Who Will Not Struggle To Penetrate The Dark Veil.

The Services In Wartime Are Fit Only For Desperadoes, But In Peace Are Only Fit For Fools.

She Is An Excellent Creature, But She Can Never Remember Which Came First, The Greeks Or The Romans.

The Fruit Of My Tree Of Knowledge Is Plucked, And It Is This: “adventures Are To The Adventurous.”