Whom The Gods Destroy, They First Make

The Power That Keeps Cities Of Men Together Is Noble Preservation Of Law.

We Know The Good, We Apprehend It Clearly; But We Can't Bring It To Achievement.

Chance Fights Ever On The Side Of The Prudent.

When Good Men Die Their Goodness Does Not Perish, But Lives Though They Are Gone. As For The Bad, All That Was Theirs Dies And Is Buried With Them.

That Mortal Is A Fool Who, Prospering, Thinks His Life Has Any Strong Foundation; Since Our Fortune's Course Of Action Is The Reeling Way A Madman Takes, And No One Person Is Ever Happy All The Time.