He Conquers Who Endures.

Oh, The Cares Of Men! How Much Emptiness There Is In Human Concerns!

The Belly Is The Giver Of Genius.

It Is Pleasing To Be Pointed At With The Finger And To Have It Said, "there Goes The Man." [lat., At Pulchrum Est Digito Monstrari Et Dicier His Est.]

We Consume Our Tomorrows Fretting About Our Yesterdays.

Let Them (the Wicked) See The Beauty Of Virtue, And Pine At Having Forsaken Her. [lat., Virtutem Videant, Intabescantque Relicta.]