Steady Of Heart And Stout Of Hand.

Besides, Rose Bradwardine, Beautiful And Amiable As We Have Described Her, Had Not Precisely The Sort Of Beauty Or Merit Which Captivates A Romantic Imagination In Early Youth. She Was Too Frank, Too Confiding, Too Kind; Amiable Qualities, Undoubtedly, But Destructive Of The Marvellous, With Which A Youth Of Imagination Delights To Dress The Empress Of His Affections.

Without Courage There Cannot Be Truth, And Without Truth There Can Be No Other Virtue.

Profan'd The God-given Strength, And Marr'd The Lofty Line.

As Long As The Fates Permit, Live Cheerfully.

Chess Is A Sad Waste Of Brains.