To Love Is Human, It Is Also

I Count Him Lost, Who Is Lost To Shame.

Ah Yes, The Gods Use Us Mortals As Footballs!

One Eye Witness Is Better Than Ten Hear Sayers.

You Love A Nothing When You Love An Ingrate.

We Are Pouring Our Words Into A Sieve, And Lose Our Labor. [lat., In Pertusum Ingerimus Dicta Dolium, Operam Ludimus.]