But With What Incessant And Grievous Ills

For Whoever Meditates A Crime Is Guilty Of The Deed. [lat., Nam Scelus Intra Se Tacitum Qui Cogitat Ullum, Facti Crimen Habet.]

Poverty Is Bitter, But It Has No Harder Pang Than That It Makes Men Ridiculous.

Bad Men Hate Sin Through Fear Of Punishment; Good Men Hate Sin Through Their Love Of Virtue.

No One Ever Reached The Worst Of A Vice At One Leap

No Nice Extreme A True Italian Knows; But Bid Him Go To Hell, To Hell He Goes.