Man Is No Man, But A Wolf

It Is Our Human Lot, It Is Heaven's Will, That Sorrow Follow Joy.

How Often The Highest Talent Lurks In Obscurity.

Tattletales, And Those Who Listen To Their Slander, By My Good Will, Should All Be Hanged. The Former By Their Tongues, The Latter By Their Ears. [lat., Homines Qui Gestant, Quique Auscultant Crimina, Si Meo Arbitratu Liceat, Omnes Pendeant Gestores Linguis, Auditores Auribus.]

I've Seen Many Men Avoid The Region Of Good Advice Before They Were Really Near It.

Give Assistance, And Receive Thanks Lighter Than A Feather: Injure A Man, And His Wrath Will Be Like Lead.