For To Err In Opinion,

Antisthenes Says That In A Certain Faraway Land The Cold Is So Intense That Words Freeze As Soon As They Are Uttered, And After Some Time Then Thaw And Become Audible, So That Words Spoken In Winter Go Unheard Until The Next Summer.

Anger Turns The Mind Out Of Doors And Bolts The Entrance.

Pompey Bade Sylla Recollect That More Worshipped The Rising Than The Setting Sun.

The Generous Mind Adds Dignity To Every Act, And Nothing Misbecomes It.

Let Us Not Wonder If Something Happens Which Never Was Before, Or If Something Doth Not Appear Among Us With Which The Ancients Were Acquainted.