The Art Of War Is

Angry Men Are Blind And Foolish, For Reason At Such Time Takes Flight And, In Her Absence; Wrath Plunders All The Riches Of The Intellect, While The Judgment Remains The Prisoner Of Its Own Pride.

What Evil Is There In Seeing A Man Possess A Woman? Why, The Beasts Would Be More Free Than We! It Seems To Me That That Which Is Given Us By Nature For Our Own Preservation Ought To Be Worn Round The Neck As A Pendant And In The Hat For A Medal.

Age Has A Good Mind And Sorry Shanks.

Flee Laziness Which While It Produces An Immediate Delight, Ends In The Sorrow Of Repentance. And Know That Nature Without Exercise Is A Seed Shut Up In The Pod, And Art Without Practice Is Nothing.

Perfumed And Gallant Words Make Our Ears Belch.