Better One Suffer Than A Nation Grieve.

The Fates But Only Spin The Coarser Clue; The Finest Of The Wool Is Left For You.

The Elephant Is Never Won By Anger; Nor Must That Man Who Would Reclaim A Lion Take Him By The Teeth.

He Is The Very Janus Of Poets; He Wears Almost Everywhere Two Faces; And You Have Scarce Begun To Admire The One, Ere You Despise The Other.

War Is The Trade Of Kings.

Resolved To Ruin Or To Rule The State.