There Is No Mortal Whom Pain And

The Harvest Of Old Age Is The Recollection And Abundance Of Blessing Previously Secured.

It Is Not Easy To Distinguish Between True And False Affection, Unless There Occur One Of Those Crises In Which, As Gold Is Tried By Fire, So A Faithful Friendship May Be Tested By Danger.

O Tempora! O Mores! O What Times (are These)! What Morals!

Victory Is By Nature Insolent And Haughty.

What Greater Or Better Gift Can We Offer The Republic Than To Teach And Instruct Our Youth? [lat., Quod Enim Munus Reiplicae Afferre Majus, Meliusve Possumus, Quam Si Docemus Atque Erudimus Juventutem?]