The Wise Hand Does Not All The

When Thou Art At Rome, Do As They Do At Rome.

There Is A Remedy For Everything But Death; Who, In Spite Of Our Teeth, Will Take Us In His Clutches.

Many Go Out For Wool, And Come Home Shorn Themselves.

Ill-luck, You Know, Seldom Comes Alone.

History Is In A Manner A Sacred Thing, So Far As It Contains Truth; For Where Truth Is, The Supreme Father Of It May Also Be Said To Be, At Least, Inasmuch As Concerns Truth.