The Populace Is Like The Sea Motionless

Once Let Good Faith Be Abandoned, And All Social Existence Would Perish.

Wit Is The Flower Of The Imagination.

He Is Truly A Man Who Will Not Permit Himself To Be Unduly Elated When Fortune's Breeze Is Favorable, Or Cast Down When It Is Adverse.

There Is An Old Saying Which, From Its Truth, Has Become Proverbial, That Friendships Should Be Immortal, Enmities Mortal.

Favor And Honor Sometimes Fall More Fitly On Those Who Do Not Desire Them.