When A Man Dies, Flesh Is Frayed

Nor Does Night Conceal Men's Deeds Of Ill, But Whatsoe'er Thou Dost, Think That Some God Beholds It.

We Spoil Ourselves With Scruples Long As Things Go Well.

There Is A Time When Fear Is Good And Ought To Remain Seated As A Guardian Of The Heart.

Fortune Is For All, Judgment Is Theirs Who Have Won It For Themselves.

God Loves To Help Him Who Strives To Help Himself.