They Hate Whom They Fear.

To Open His Lips Is Crime In A Plain Citizen.

Let No One Honour Me With Tears, Or Bury Me With Lamentation. Why? Because I Fly Hither And Thither, Living In The Mouths Of Me. [lat., Nemo Me Lacrymis Decoret, Nec Funera Fletu. Faxit Cur? Volito Vivu' Per Ora Virum.]

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.]

A True Friend Is Distinguished In The Crisis Of Hazard And Necessity; When The Gallantry Of His Aid May Show The Worth Of His Soul And The Loyalty Of His Heart.

He Whose Wisdom Cannot Help Him, Gets No Good From Being Wise.