The Face Is A Picture Of The

The Strictest Law Often Causes The Most Serious Wrong

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!

Rashness Is The Companion Of Youth, Prudence Of Old Age.

Time Destroys The Speculation Of Men, But It Confirms Nature.

He Takes The Greatest Ornament From Friendship, Who Takes Modesty From It. [lat., Maximum Ornamentum Amicitiae Tollit, Qui Ex Ea Tollit Verecudiam.]