Yield, Ye Arms, To The Toga; To

The Forehead Is The Gate Of The Mind.

The Greatest Pleasures Are Only Narrowly Separated From Disgust.

Nor Do I Regret That I Have Lived, Since I Have So Lived That I Think I Was Not Born In Vain, And I Quit Life As If It Were An Inn, Not A Home.

All Action Is Of The Mind And The Mirror Of The Mind Is The Face, Its Index The Eyes.

Silent Enim Leges Inter Arma (laws Are Silent In Times Of War).