For One Day Spent Well, And Agreeably

Softly! Softly! I Want None But The Judges To Hear Me. The Jews Have Already Gotten Me Into A Fine Mess, As They Have Many Other Gentleman. I Have No Desire To Furnish Further Grist For Their Mills.

To Be Ignorant Of The Past Is To Be Forever A Child.

It Is Foolish To Pluck Out One's Hair For Sorrow, As If Grief Could Be Assuaged By Baldness.

The Well-known Old Remark Of Cato, Who Used To Wonder How Two Soothsayers Could Look One Another In The Face Without Laughing.

From All Sides There Is Equally A Way To The Lower World.