I Have The Knack Of

If You Suppress Grief Too Much, It Can Well Redouble.

Too Great Haste Leads Us To Error.

Love Is A Great Master. It Teaches Us To Be What We Never Were.

Rest Assured That There Is Nothing Which Wounds The Heart Of A Noble Man More Deeply Than The Thought His Honour Is Assailed.

Sometimes I Feel Something Akin To Rage At The Corrupted Morals Of This Age!