Afflictions Clarify The Soul.

I See No Virtue Where I Smell No Sweat.

Let The Fear Of A Danger Be A Spur To Prevent It.

Rather Do What Is Nothing To The Purpose Than Be Idle; That The Devil May Find Thee Doing. The Bird That Sits Is Easily Shot, When Fliers Scape The Fowler. Idleness Is The Dead Sea That Swallows All The Virtues, And The Self-made Sepulchre Of A Living Man.

To Bear Adversity With An Equal Mind Is Both The Sign And Glory Of A Brave Spirit.

We Sack, We Ransack To The Utmost Sands Of Native Kingdoms, And Of Foreign Lands: We Travel Sea And Soil; We Pry, And Prowl, We Progress, And We Prog From Pole To Pole.