The Roman State Stands By Ancient Customs,

The Ape, Vilest Of Beasts, How Like To Us.

I Never Indulge In Rhyme Or Stanza Unless I'm In Bed With The Influenza.

How Can Life Be Worth Living, If Devoid Of The Calm Trust Reposed By Friend In Friend? What Sweeter Joy Than In The Kindred Soul, Whose Converse Differs Not From Self-communion?

Let No One Pay Me Honor With Tears, Nor Celebrate My Funeral Rites With Weeping.

The Wise Man Is Wise In Vain Who Cannot Be Wise To His Own Advantage. [lat., Nequicquam Sapere Sapientem, Qui Ipse Sibi Prodesse Non Quiret.]