The Care Of A Large Estate Is

Dedicate One's Life To Truth.

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.

Every Man's Credit Is Proportioned To The Money Which He Has In His Chest. [lat., Quantum Quisque Sua Nummorum Condit In Area, Tantum Habet Et Fidei.]

Drooping Along The Ground The Vine Misses Its Widowed Elm.

When Did Reason Ever Direct Our Desires Or Our Fears?