Those Who Write Ill, And

Seek Not To Know What Must Not Be Reveal, For Joy Only Flows Where Fate Is Most Concealed. A Busy Person Would Find Their Sorrows Much More; If Future Fortunes Were Known Before!

When Misfortune Is Asleep, Let No One Wake Her.

Trust Reposed In Noble Natures Obliges Them The More.

He Made All Countries Where He Came His Own.

They Think Too Little Who Talk Too Much.