Dissimulation Creeps Gradually Into The Minds Of

He Who Obeys With Modesty Appears Worthy Of Being Some Day A Commander.

It Is Foolish To Pluck Out One's Hair For Sorrow, As If Grief Could Be Assuaged By Baldness.

Justice Renders To Every One His Due.

History Is The Witness That Testifies To The Passing Of Time.

Let Our Friends Perish, Provided That Our Enemies Fall At The Same Time.