Machination Is Worth More Than Force.

The Age Was Still Dark And Reeked Of The Havoc And Misfortunes Of The Goths Who Had Put All Good Literature To Destruction. But, By God's Goodness, In My Time Light And Dignity Were Returned To Letters, And I See There Such Improvement That Today I Would Have Great Difficulty Being Admitted To The Most Elementary Classes--i, Who In My Time Was Reputed To Be (and Not Wrongly) To Be The Most Knowledgeable Person Of The Century.

The Right Moment Wears A Full Head Of Hair: When It Has Been Missed, You Can't Get It Back; It's Bald In The Back Of The Head And Never Turns Around.

The Probity That Scintillizes In The Superfices Of Your Persons Informs My Ratiocinating Faculty, In A Most Stupendous Manner, Of The Radiant Virtues Latent Within The Precious Caskets And Ventricles Of Your Minds.

I Place No Hope In My Strength, Nor In My Works: But All My Confidence Is In God My Protector, Who Never Abandons Those Who Have Put All Their Hope And Thought In Him.

Because Just As Arms Have No Force Outside If There Is No Counsel Within A House, Study Is Vain And Counsel Useless That Is Not Put To Virtuous Effect When The Time Calls.