Democritus Said, Words Are But The Shadows

Wickedness Frames The Engines Of Her Own Torment. She Is A Wonderful Artisan Of A Miserable Life.

The Drop Hollows Out The Stone Not By Strength, But By Constant Falling.

Beauty Is The Flower Of Virtue.

Instead Of Using Medicine, Better Fast Today.

A Traveller At Sparta, Standing Long Upon One Leg, Said To A Lacedaemonian, "i Do Not Believe You Can Do As Much." "true," Said He, "but Every Goose Can."