Ere land and sea and the all-covering sky Were made, in the whole world the countenance Of nature was the same, all one, well named Chaos, a raw and undivided mass, Naught but a lifeless bulk, with warring seeds Of ill-joined elements compressed together.

Happy the man who ventures boldly to defend what he holds dear.

Time spent in the cultivation of the fields passes very pleasantly.

A man is sorry to be honest for nothing.

It is the mind that makes the man, and our vigour is in our immortal soul.

Have consideration for wounded feelings.

Isn't the best defense always a good attack?