Of What Avail Are Pedigrees?

Be, As Many Now Are, Luxurious To Yourself, Parsimonious To Your Friends. [lat., Esto, Ut Nunc Multi, Dives Tibi Pauper Amicis.]

The Finishing Stroke Of All Sorrow.

Let Nothing Offensive To The Ear Or The Eye Enter These Thresholds, Within Which Youth Dwells.

We Deem Those Happy Who, From The Experience Of Life, Have Learned To Bear Its Ills, Without Being Overcome By Them.

Now We Suffer The Evils Of A Long Peace; Luxury More Cruel Than War Broods Over Us And Avenges A Conquered World.