A True Friend Is A

They Hate Whom They Fear.

Let No One Honour Me With Tears, Or Bury Me With Lamentation. Why? Because I Fly Hither And Thither, Living In The Mouths Of Me. [lat., Nemo Me Lacrymis Decoret, Nec Funera Fletu. Faxit Cur? Volito Vivu' Per Ora Virum.]

The Victor Is Not Victorious If The Vanquished Does Not Consider Himself So

A Sure Friend Is Known In Unsure Circumstances.

He Hath Freedom Whoso Beareth A Clean And Constant Heart Within.