Friendships Ought To Be Immortal, Hostilities Mortal.

The Troubles Which Have Come Upon Us Always Seem More Serious Than Those Which Are Only Threatening.

We Can Endure Neither Our Vices Nor Their Cure.

Wit Is The Flower Of The Imagination.

When Tarquin The Proud Was Asked What Was The Best Mode Of Governing A Conquered City, He Replied Only By Beating Down With His Staff All The Tallest Poppies In His Garden.

No Law Is Sufficiently Convenient To All.