Where Have You Ever Found That Man

Refrain From Doing Ill; For One All Powerful Reason, Lest Our Children Should Copy Our Misdeeds; We Are All Too Prone To Imitate Whatever Is Base And Depraved.

Everything In Rome Has Its Price.

Many Have An Irresistible Itch For Writing.

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

This Is My Wish, This Is My Command, My Pleasure Is My Reason