Ill-gotten Wealth Is Never Stable.

Love Must Not Touch The Marrow Of The Soul. Our Affections Must Be Breakable Chains That We Can Cast Them Off Or Tighten Them.

Life Is Short, Yet Sweet.

But Woe To Him, Who Left To Moan, Reviews The Hours Of Brightness Gone.

Pray The Gods Do Not Envy Your Happiness!

The Power That Keeps Cities Of Men Together Is Noble Preservation Of Law.