Make The Iron Hot By Striking It.

For That Which You Mention Concerning Liberty Of Conscience, I Meddle Not With Any Man's Conscience.

I Was By Birth A Gentleman, Living Neither In Any Considerable Height Nor Yet In Obscurity.

Keep Your Faith In God, But Keep Your Powder Dry.

No One Rises So High As He Who Knows Not Whither He Is Going. Not Only Strike While The Iron Is Hot, But Make It Hot By Striking. Do Not Trust The Cheering, For Those Persons Would Shout As Much If You Or I Were Going To Be Hanged.

The People Would Be Just As Noisy If They Were Going To See Me Hanged.