The Act Of God Injures No One.

An Incurable Itch For Scribbling Takes Possession Of Many, And Grows Inveterate In Their Insane Breasts.

The Only Path To A Tranquil Life Is Through Virtue. [lat., Semita Certe Tranquillae Per Virtutem Patet Unica Vitae.]

The Grape Gains Its Purple Tinge By Looking At Another Grape. [lat., Uvaque Conspecta Livorem Ducit Ab Uva.]

Whatever Guilt Is Perpetrated By Some Evil Prompting, Is Grievous To The Author Of The Crime. This Is The First Punishment Of Guilt That No One Who Is Guilty Is Acquitted At The Judgment Seat Of His Own Conscience.

For The Gods, Instead Of What Is Most Pleasing, Will Give What Is Most Proper. Man Is Dearer To Them Than He Is To Himself.