All Soils Are Not Fertile.

Dum Spiro, Spero- As Long As I Breathe, I Hope.

Nihil Est Incertius Vulgo, Nihil Obscurius Voluntate Hominum, Nihil Fallacius Ratione Tota Comitiorum. (nothing Is More Unpredictable Than The Mob, Nothing More Obscure Than Public Opinion, Nothing More Deceptive Than The Whole Political System.)

Slowly And Imperceptibly Old Age Comes Creeping On.

The Wise Man Knows Nothing If He Cannot Benefit From His Wisdom. Wisdom Is Not Only To Be Acquired, But Also To Be Utilized.

All The Arts, Which Have A Tendency To Raise Man In The Scale Of Being, Have A Certain Common Band Of Union, And Are Connected, If I May Be Allowed To Say So, By Blood-relationship With One Another.