The Tongue Is The Vile Slave's Vilest

Pleasures Are Enhanced By A Moderate Indulgence.

Nature Confesses That She Has Bestowed On The Human Race Hearts Of Softest Mould, In That She Has Given Us Tears.

Every Vice Makes Its Guilt The More Conspicuous In Proportion To The Rank Of The Offender. [lat., Omne Animi Vitium Tanto Conspectius In Se Crimen Habet, Quanto Major Qui Peccat Habetur.]

All Things May Be Bought In Rome With Money.

We Deem Those Happy Who, From The Experience Of Life, Have Learned To Bear Its Ills, Without Being Overcome By Them.