Truly I Was Born To

I Know Who I Am And Who I May Be, If I Choose.

My Memory Is So Bad That Many Times I Forget My Own Name.

For Historians Ought To Be Precise, Truthful, And Quite Unprejudiced, And Neither Interest Nor Fear, Hatred Nor Affection, Should Cause Them To Swerve From The Path Of Truth, Whose Mother Is History, The Rival Of Time, The Depository Of Great Actions, The Witness Of What Is Past, The Example And Instruction Of The Present, The Monitor Of The Future.

A Stout Heart Breaks Bad Luck.

My Honor Is Dearer To Me Than My Life.