The Short Bloom Of Our Brief And

One Path Alone Leads To A Life Of Peace. The Path Of Virtue.

The Noiseless Foot Of Tune Steals Swiftly By And Ere We Dream Of Manhood, Age Is Nigh.

Quis Custodiet Ipsos Custodes? - Who Will Watch The Watchers?

Never Does Nature Say One Thing And Wisdom Another. Variant: Wisdom And Nature! Are They Not The Same? Variant: Nature And Wisdon Always Speak Alike.

To Have Slaved So Many Years For Nothing!