Negligence Is The Rust Of

Riches, Though They May Reward Virtues, Yet They Cannot Cause Them; He Is Much More Noble Who Deserves A Benefit Than He Who Bestows One.

I Love The Man That Is Modestly Valiant; That Stirs Not Till He Most Needs, And Then To Purpose. A Continued Patience I Commend Not.

How Many Would Die Did Not Hope Sustain Them.

God Has Made No One Absolute.

Surely, If We Considered Detraction To Be Bred Of Envy, Nested Only In Deficient Minds, We Should Find That The Applauding Of Virtue Would Win Us Far More Honor Than The Seeking Slyly To Disparage It. That Would Show We Loved What We Commended, While This Tells The World We Grudge At What We Want In Ourselves.