Let No One Weep For Me, Or

No One Regards What Is Before His Feet; We All Gaze At The Stars.

How Can Life Be Worth Living, If Devoid Of The Calm Trust Reposed By Friend In Friend? What Sweeter Joy Than In The Kindred Soul, Whose Converse Differs Not From Self-communion?

One Man By Delay Restored The State, For He Preferred The Public Safety To Idle Report. [lat., Unus Homo Nobis Cunctando Restituit Rem, Non Ponebat Enim Rumores Ante Salutem.]

The Victor Is Not Victorious If The Vanquished Does Not Consider Himself So

I Never Indulge In Rhyme Or Stanza Unless I'm In Bed With The Influenza.