He Who Dies For Virtue Does Not

To Ask That Which Is Unjust At The Hands Of The Just, Is An Injustice In Itself; To Expect That Which Is Just From The Unjust, Is Simple Folly.

How Often The Highest Talent Lurks In Obscurity.

It Is A Bitter Disappointment When You Have Sown Benefits, To Reap Injuries.

Conquered, We Conquer.

This Is The Great Evil In Wine, It First Seizes The Feet; It Is A Cunning Wrestler. [lat., Magnum Hoc Vitium Vino Est, Pedes Captat Primum; Luctator Dolosu Est.]