Revenge Is Always The Weak Pleasure Of

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.

The Sicilian Tyrants Never Devised A Greater Punishment Than Envy.

Trust Me No Tortures Which The Poets Feign Can Match The Fierce Unutterable Pain He Feels, Who Night And Day Devoid Of Rest Carries His Own Accuser In His Breast.

Nature Never Says One Thing, Wisdom Another. [lat., Nunquam Aliud Natura Aliud Sapientia Dicit.]

Who'd Bear To Hear The Gracchi Chide Sedition?