Silence Is The Perfect Herald Of Joy.

Art Thou Afeard To Be The Same In Thine Own Act And Valour As Thou Art In Desire? Wouldst Thou Have That Which Thou Esteem'st The Ornament Of Life, And Live A Coward In Thine Own Esteem, Letting 'i Dare Not' Wait Upon 'i Would,' Like The Poor Cat I' The Adage?

Some Falls The Means Are Happier To Rise.

Honesty Is Not The Best Policy - Merely The Safest

So Every Bondman In His Own Hand Bears The Power To Cancel His Captivity.

The Ostentation Of Our Love, Which, Left Unshown, Is Often Left Unloved.