No One Ever Reached The Worst Of

Trust To A Plank, Draw Precarious Breath, At Most Seven Inches From The Jaws Of Death.

One Has No Protecting Power Save Prudence. [lat., Nullum Numen Habes Si Sit Prudentia.]

All Arts His Own, The Hungry Greekling Counts; And Bid Him Mount The Skies, The Skies He Mounts.

It Is A Wretched Thing To Live On The Fame Of Others.

Dat Veniam Corvis, Vexat Censura Columbas. - Censure Acquits The Raven, But Pursues The Dove.