I place no hope in my strength, nor in my works: but all my confidence is in God my protector, who never abandons those who have put all their hope and thought in him.

A child is not a vase to be filled, but a fire to be lit.

Let every one be fully convinced in his own mind.

But where are the snows of last year? That was the greatest concern of Villon, the Parisian poet.

War begun without good provision of money beforehand for going through with it is but as a breathing of strength and blast that will quickly pass away. Coin is the sinews of war.

Death is the vast perhaps.

A bellyful is a bellyful.