Such Is The Audacity Of Man, That

The Best Kind Of Wine Is That Which Is Most Pleasant To Him Who Drinks It.

The World, And Whatever That Be Which We Call The Heavens, By The Vault Of Which All Things Are Enclosed, We Must Conceive To Be A Deity, To Be Eternal, Without Bounds, Neither Created Nor Subject At Any Time To Destruction. To Inquire What Is Beyond It Is No Concern Of Man; Nor Can The Human Mind Form Any Conjecture Concerning It.

Nature Has Given Man No Better Thing Than Shortness Of Life.

Cincinnatus Was Ploughing His Four Jugera Of Land Upon The Vaticanian Hill, The Same That Are Still Known As The Quintian Meadows, When The Messenger Brought Him The Dictatorship, Finding Him, The Tradition Says, Stripped To The Work.

Cats Too, With What Silent Stealthiness, With What Light Steps Do They Creep Up To A Bird!