The Gods Alone Know, What Kind Of

When A Man's Life Is At Stake No Delay Is Too Long. [lat., Nulla Unquam De Morte Cunctatio Longa Est.]

Seldom Do People Discern Eloquence Under A Threadbare Cloak

No One Ever Suddenly Became Depraved.

So Much Greater Is Our Thirst For Glory Than For Virtue.

The Same Dish Cooked Over And Over Again Wears Out The Irksome Life Of The Teacher.