An Undying Hatred, And A Wound Never

Rarely They Rise By Virtue's Aid Who Lie Plunged In The Depth Of Helpless Poverty.

A Man Who Has Nothing Can Whistle In A Robber's Face.

All Wish To Possess Knowledge, But Few, Comparatively Speaking, Are Willing To Pay The Price.

The People That Once Bestowed Commands, Consulships, Legions, And All Else, Now Concerns Itself No More, And Longs Eagerly For Just Two Things: Bread And Circuses!

Sit Mens Sana In Corpore Sano (a Healthy Mind In A Healthy Body)