The Act Of God Injures No One.

It Is Sheer Madness To Live In Want In Order To Be Wealthy When You Die.

Virture Offers The Only Path In This Life That Leads To Tranquility.

The Grape Gains Its Purple Tinge By Looking At Another Grape. [lat., Uvaque Conspecta Livorem Ducit Ab Uva.]

He Who Meditates A Crime Secretly Within Himself Has All The Guilt Of The Act.

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. [lat., Festinat Enim Decurrere Velox Flosculus Angustae Miseraeque Brevissima Vitae Portico; Dum Bibimus Dum Sera Unguenta Puellas Poscimus Obrepit Non Intellecta Senectus.]