A Well-bred Carriage Is Difficult To Imitate;

Rash Combat Oft Immortalizes Man; If He Should Fall, He Is Renowned In Song; But After-ages Reckon Not The Ceaseless Tears Which The Forsaken Woman Sheds. Poets Tell Us Not Of The Many Nights Consumed In Weeping, Or Of The Dreary Days Wherein Her Anguished Soul Vainly Yearns To Call Her Loved One Back.

What Is The Freedom Of The Most Free? To Do What Is Right!

What A Man Does Not Understand, He Does Not Possess.

It Is The Nature Of Grace Always To Fill Spaces That Have Been Empty.

To Rule Is Easy, To Govern Difficult.