Time makes ancient good uncouth.
Fortune is the rod of the weak, and the staff of the brave.
It is the rooted instinct in men to admire what is better and more beautiful than themselves.
If youth be a defect, it is one that we outgrow only too soon.
Be NOBLE! and the nobleness that liesIn other men, sleeping, but never dead,Will rise in majesty to meet thine own.
I don't believe in princerple, But oh I du in interest.