Old Age By Nature Is Rather Talkative.

Cicero Is Dead! Cicero Is Born! The Laughter Has Filled Me, Filled Me So Very Completely. I Am The Laughter. I Am The Jester. The Soul That Has Served As My Constant Companion For So Long Has Breached The Veil Of The Void Finally And Forever. It Is Now In Me. It Is Me. The World Has Seen The Last Of Cicero The Man. Behold Cicero, Fool Of Hearts - Laughter Incarnate!

To Err Is Human, But To Persevere In Error Is Only The Act Of A Fool.

Secret Enmities Are More To Be Feared Than Open Ones.

The Authors Who Affect Contempt For A Name In The World Put Their Names To The Books Which They Invite The World To Read.

For Every Man's Nature Is Concealed With Many Folds Of Disguise, And Covered As It Were With Various Veils. His Brows, His Eyes, And Very Often His Countenance, Are Deceitful, And His Speech Is Most Commonly A Lie.