Nothing Can Be Born Of Nothing; Nothing

Is Any Man Free Except The One Who Can Pass His Life As He Pleases?

Lives There The Man With Soul So Dead As To Disown The Wish To Merit The People's Applause, And Having Uttered Words Worthy To Be Kept In Cedar Oil To Latest Times, To Leave Behind Him Rhymes That Dread Neither Herrings Nor Frankincense.

Retire Within Thyself, And Thou Will Discover How Small A Stock Is There. [lat., Tecum Habita, Et Noris Quam Sit Tibi Curta Supellex.]

He Conquers Who Endures.

He Who Conquers, Endures.