If your descent is from heroic sires, Show in your life a remnant of their fires.
Nicolas Boileau-Despreaux (1636 - 1711)
Contributed by: Zaady
Honor is like an island, rugged and without a beach, once we have left it, we can never return.
Honor is like an island, rugged and without shores; once we have left it, we can never return.
Now two punctilious envoys, Thine and Mine Embroil the earth about a fancied line; And, dwelling much on right and much on wrong, Prove how the right is chiefly with the strong.
The wisest man is he who does not fancy that he is so at all.
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