Forbear To Judge, For We Are Sinners

Mind Your Speech A Little Lest You Should Mar Your Fortunes.

Rumour Is A Pipe Blown By Surmises, Jealousies, Conjectures And Of So Easy And So Plain A Stop That The Blunt Monster With Uncounted Heads, The Still-discordant Wavering Multitude, Can Play Upon It.

I Came, Saw, And Overcame.

No Legacy Is So Rich As Honesty.

To Pore Upon A Book, To Seek The Light Of Truth.