Justice Is The Crowning Glory Of The

Inhumanity Is Harmful In Every Age. - Inhumanitas Omni Aetate Molesta Est

Fortune, Not Wisdom, Rules Lives.

Death Darkens His Eyes, And Unplumes His Wings, Yet The Sweetest Song Is The Last He Sings: Live So, My Love, That When Death Shall Come, Swan-like And Sweet It May Waft Thee Home.

A Thankful Heart Is The Greatest Virtue.

If Our Lives Are Endangered By Plots Or Violence Or Armed Robbers Or Enemies, Any And Every Method Of Protecting Ourselves Is Morally Right.