To-morrow Will Give Some Food For Thought.

The Name Of Peace Is Sweet, The Thing Itself Is Most Salutary.

I Prefer Silent Prudence To Loquacious Folly. [lat., Malo Indisertam Prudentiam, Quam Loquacem Stultitiam.]

A Nation Can Survive Its Fools, And Even The Ambitious. But It Cannot Survive Treason From Within. An Enemy At The Gates Is Less Formidable, For He Is Known And Carries His Banner Openly. But The Traitor Moves Amongst Those Within The Gate Freely, His Sly Whispers Rustling Through All The Alleys, Heard In The Very Halls Of Government Itself.

Can There Be Greater Foolishness Than The Respect You Pay To People Collectively When You Despise Them Individually?

In Everything Truth Surpasses The Imitation And Copy.