O Poverty, Thy Thousand Ills Combined Sink

Of What Use Are Pedigrees, Or To Be Thought Of Noble Blood, Or The Display Of Family Portraits, O Ponticus?

Hold It The Greatest Sin To Prefer Existence To Honour, And For The Sake Of Life To Lose The Reasons For Living.

Every Vice Makes Its Guilt The More Conspicuous In Proportion To The Rank Of The Offender. [lat., Omne Animi Vitium Tanto Conspectius In Se Crimen Habet, Quanto Major Qui Peccat Habetur.]

Rarely Do We Meet In One Combined, A Beauteous Body And A Virtuous Mind.

Vice Deceives Us When Dressed In The Garb Of Virtue.