A Dissolute And Intemperate Youth Hands Down

Softly! Softly! I Want None But The Judges To Hear Me. The Jews Have Already Gotten Me Into A Fine Mess, As They Have Many Other Gentleman. I Have No Desire To Furnish Further Grist For Their Mills.

Art Is Born Of The Observation And Investigation Of Nature.

It Is Foolish To Tear One's Hair In Grief, As Though Sorrow Would Be Made Less By Baldness.

It Is Not Only Arrogant, But It Is Profligate, For A Man To Disregard The World's Opinion Of Himself.

I Am Pleased To Be Praised By A Man So Praised As You, Father. [words Used By Hector.] [lat., Laetus Sum Laudari Me Abs Te, Pater, Laudato Viro.]