I Discovered A Meal Between Breakfast And

It Is Wrong To Sorrow Without Ceasing.

It Is A Wise Child That Knows His Own Father. [lat., Nondum Enim Quisquam Suum Parentem Ipse Cognosvit.]

The Generation Of Mankind Is Like The Generation Of Leaves. The Wind Scatters The Leaves On The Ground, But The Living Tree Burgeons With Leaves Again In The Spring.

I, For One, Know Of No Sweeter Sight For A Man's Eyes Than His Own Country.

My Life Is More To Me Than All The Wealth Of Ilius