Luck Often Raises Vulgarity To A High

Let Me Moderate Our Sorrows. The Grief Of A Man Should Not Exceed Proper Bounds, But Be In Proportion To The Blow He Has Received. [lat., Ponamus Nimios Gemitus: Flagrantior Aequo Non Debet Dolor Esse Viri, Nec Vulnere Major.]

When Did Reason Ever Direct Our Desires Or Our Fears?

But Who Guards The Guardians?

Two Things Only The People Actually Desire: Bread And Circuses.

There Is Nothing Worse Than Words Of Kindness That Lie.