Let The Punishment Be Proportionate To The

No Wise Man Ever Thought That A Traitor Should Be Trusted.

What Is Thine Is Mine, And All Mine Is Thine.

It Is Foolish To Tear One's Hair In Grief, As Though Sorrow Would Be Made Less By Baldness.

We Are Born Poets. We Become Orators.

It Is A Great Thing To Know Your Vices.