Malicious Men May Die, But Malice Never.

Even Rome Cannot Grant Us A Dispensation From Death.

There Is No Reward So Delightful, No Pleasure So Exquisite, As Having One's Work Known And Acclaimed By Those Whose Applause Confers Honor.

Without Knowledge, Life Is No More Than The Shadow Of Death

It Is The Public Scandal That Offends; To Sin In Secret Is No Sin At All.

Esteem Must Be Founded On Some Sort Of Preference. Bestow It On Everybody And It Ceases To Have Any Meaning At All.