It Is Sheer Folly When All Is

Quis Custodiet Ipsos Custodes? - Who Will Watch The Watchers?

The Noiseless Foot Of Tune Steals Swiftly By And Ere We Dream Of Manhood, Age Is Nigh.

A Man Who Has Nothing Can Whistle In A Robber's Face.

Rarely Do We Meet In One Combined, A Beauteous Body And A Virtuous Mind.

The Short Bloom Of Our Brief And Narrow Life Flies Fast Away. While We Are Calling For Flowers And Wine And Women, Old Age Is Upon Us. [lat., Festinat Enim Decurrere Velox Flosculus Angustae Miseraeque Brevissima Vitae Portico; Dum Bibimus Dum Sera Unguenta Puellas Poscimus Obrepit Non Intellecta Senectus.]