Fear Is Far More Painful To Cowardice

Truth Is The Ground Of Science, The Centre Wherein All Things Repose, And Is The Type Of Eternity.

Whoever Gossips To You Will Gossip About You.

O Sweet Woods, The Delight Of Solitariness!

Nature Never Set Forth The Earth In So Rich Tapestry As Divers Poets Have Done; Neither With Pleasant Rivers, Fruitful Trees, Sweet-smelling Flowers, Nor Whatsoever Else May Make The Too-much-loved Earth More Lovely; Her World Is Brazen, The Poets Only Deliver A Golden.

True Bravery Is Quiet, Undemonstrative.