Anger, The Stoics Said, Was

The Day Seems Long, But Night Is Odious; No Sleep, But Dreams; No Dreams But Visions Strange.

No Decking Sets Forth Anything So Much As Affection.

He Travels Safe And Not Unpleasantly Who Is Guarded By Poverty And Guided By Love.

I Am No Herald To Inquire Into Men's Pedigree; It Sufficeth Me If I Know Their Virtues.

I Seek No Better Warrant Than My Own, Conscience.