āDo nothing twice over.ā
āWere floods of tears to be unloosed In tribute to my grief, The doves of Noah ne'er had roost Nor found an olive-leaf.ā
āPrudence must not be expected from a man who is never sober.[Lat., Non est ab homine nunquam sobrio postulanda prudentia.]ā
āThere is nothing proper about what you are doing, soldier, but do try to kill me properly.ā
āNo sober person dances.ā
āA thankful heart is the greatest virtue.ā
āBe great in act, as you have been in thought.ā
āMy free drift Halts not particularly, but moves itself In a wide sea of wax; no levelled malice Infects one comma in the course I hold, But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on, Leaving no tract behind.ā
āTalking isn't doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well; and yet words are not deeds.ā