Laws Are Silent In Time Of War.

Men In No Way Approach So Nearly To The Gods As In Doing Good To Men. [lat., Homines Ad Deos Nulla Re Propius Accedunt, Quam Salutem Hominibus Dando.]

I Hate All Children Of Precocious Talent.

A Letter Does Not Blush.

It Is Of No Avail To Know What Is About To Happen; For It Is A Sad Thing To Be Grieved When Grief Can Do No Good.

Whatever Befalls In Accordance With Nature Should Be Accounted Good.