Seek Not To Shine By Borrow'd Lights

The Brief Span Of Our Poor Unhappy Life To Its Final Hour Is Hastening On; And While We Drink And Call For Gay Wreaths, Perfumes, And Young Girls, Old Age Creeps Upon Us, Unperceived.

The Guilty Are Alarmed And Turn Pale At The Slightest Thunder.

Let Me Moderate Our Sorrows. The Grief Of A Man Should Not Exceed Proper Bounds, But Be In Proportion To The Blow He Has Received. [lat., Ponamus Nimios Gemitus: Flagrantior Aequo Non Debet Dolor Esse Viri, Nec Vulnere Major.]

If You Are Capable Of Submitting To Insult You Ought To Be Insulted.

There Is Hardly A Case In Which The Dispute Was Not Caused By A Woman.