Faith Is The Soul Riding At Anchor.

Thrice Is He Armed That Hath His Quarrel Just, But Four Times He Who Gets His Blow In Fust

A Witty Writer Is Like A Porcupine; His Quill Makes No Distinction Between Friend And Foe.

Wise Men Have But Few Confidants, And Cunning Ones None.

A Slander Is Like A Hornet; If You Cannot Kill It Dead At The First Blow, Better Not To Strike At It.

It Is A Great Art To Be Superior To Others Without Letting Them Know It.