Death Was To Be My Glory, But

He Who Allows Himself To Be Insulted Deserves To Be.

We Never Taste A Perfect Joy; Our Happiest Successes Are Mixed With Sadness.

As For Our Gods, We Have A Few Too Many To Be True.

I Am Roman, Alas, Because Horace Is Roman.

I Can Be Forced To Live Without Happiness, But I Will Never Consent To Live Without Honor.