The Wise Man Is Wise

O Friend Unseen, Unborn, Unknown, Student Of Our Sweet English Tongue, I Never Indulge In Poetics - Unless I Am Down With Rheumatics.

The Wise Man Is Wise In Vain Who Cannot Be Wise To His Own Advantage. [lat., Nequicquam Sapere Sapientem, Qui Ipse Sibi Prodesse Non Quiret.]

He Hath Freedom Whoso Beareth A Clean And Constant Heart Within.

The Victor Is Not Victorious If The Vanquished Does Not Consider Himself So

How Can Life Be Worth Living, If Devoid Of The Calm Trust Reposed By Friend In Friend? What Sweeter Joy Than In The Kindred Soul, Whose Converse Differs Not From Self-communion?