In Words Are Seen The State Of

When The Strong Box Contains No More Both Friends And Flatterers Shun The Door.

Not By Lamentations And Mournful Chants Ought We To Celebrate The Funeral Of A Good Man, But By Hymns, For In Ceasing To Be Numbered With Mortals He Enters Upon The Heritage Of A Diviner Life.

Beauty Is The Flower Of Virtue.

Character Is Long-standing Habit.

The Measure Of A Man's Life Is The Well Spending Of It, And Not The Length.