Is Any Man Free Except The One

Bad Advice Is Often Most Fatal To The Adviser.

Lives There The Man With Soul So Dead As To Disown The Wish To Merit The People's Applause, And Having Uttered Words Worthy To Be Kept In Cedar Oil To Latest Times, To Leave Behind Him Rhymes That Dread Neither Herrings Nor Frankincense.

Quantum Est In Rebus Inane! How Much Folly There Is In Human Affairs.

Hunger Is The Teacher Of The Arts And The Bestower Of Invention. -magister Artis Ingenique Largitor Venter

Retire Within Thyself, And Thou Will Discover How Small A Stock Is There. [lat., Tecum Habita, Et Noris Quam Sit Tibi Curta Supellex.]