A Man's Own Manner And

"what Greater Gift Can We Offer The Republic Than To Teach And Instruct Our Youth?"

There Is No Grief Which Time Does Not Lessen And Soften. [lat., Nullus Dolor Est Quem Non Longinquitas Temporis Minuat Ac Molliat.]

We Rejoice In The Joys Of Our Friends As Much As We Do Our Own, And We Are Equally Grieved At Their Sorrows. Wherefore The Wise People Will Feel Toward Their Friends As They Do Toward Themselves, And Whatever Labor They Would Encounter With A View To Their Own Pleasure, They Will Encounter Also For The Sake Of Their Friends.

Death Approaches, Which Is Always Impending Like The Stone Over Tantalus: Then Comes Superstition With Which He Who Is Imbued Can Never Have Peace Of Mind.

Always The Same Thing.