Bien Predica Quien Bien Vive. He Preaches

The Pen Is The Tongue Of The Soul; As Are The Thoughts Engendered There, So Will Be The Things Written.

Riches Are Of Little Avail In Many Of The Calamities To Which Mankind Are Liable.

I Find My Familiarity With Thee Has Bred Contempt.

Good Painter Imitates Nature, Bad Ones Spews It Up.

In Hell There Is No Retention.