Nature Never Says One Thing, Wisdom Another.

Like Warmed-up Cabbage Served At Each Repast, The Repetition Kills The Wretch At Last.

Great Power Which Incites Great Envy, Hurls Some Men To Destruction; They Are Drowned In A Long Splendid Stream Of Honors.

When A Man's Life Is At Stake No Delay Is Too Long. [lat., Nulla Unquam De Morte Cunctatio Longa Est.]

The People That Once Bestowed Commands, Consulships, Legions, And All Else, Now Concerns Itself No More, And Longs Eagerly For Just Two Things: Bread And Circuses!

Remorse Is The Fruit Of Crime.