He Who Has Two Languages Has Two

Let No One Honour Me With Tears, Or Bury Me With Lamentation. Why? Because I Fly Hither And Thither, Living In The Mouths Of Me. [lat., Nemo Me Lacrymis Decoret, Nec Funera Fletu. Faxit Cur? Volito Vivu' Per Ora Virum.]

O Friend Unseen, Unborn, Unknown, Student Of Our Sweet English Tongue, I Never Indulge In Poetics - Unless I Am Down With Rheumatics.

One Man By Delaying Saved The State For Us.

He Who Civilly Shows The Way To One Who Has Missed It, Is As One Who Has Lighted Another's Lamp From His Own Lamp; It None The Less Gives Light To Himself When It Burns For The Other.

He Whose Wisdom Cannot Help Him, Gets No Good From Being Wise.