Security Is The Chief Enemy Of Mortals.

One Pain Is Lessened By Another's Anguish.

The Ides Of March Are Come. Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; But Not Gone.

And His Unkindness May Defeat My Life, But Never Taint My Love.

Good Old Grandsire ... We Shall Be Joyful Of Thy Company.

I Am As True As Truth's Simplicity, And Simpler Than The Infancy Of Truth.