All Things May Be Bought

Nothing Is So Intolerable As A Woman With A Long Purse.

An Undying Hatred, And A Wound Never To Be Healed.

For He, Who Gave This Vast Machine To Roll, Breathed Life In Then, In Us A Reasoning Soul; That Kindred Feelings Might Our State Improve, And Mutual Wants Conduct To Mutual Love.

No One Ever Suddenly Became Depraved.

The Only Path To A Tranquil Life Is Through Virtue. [lat., Semita Certe Tranquillae Per Virtutem Patet Unica Vitae.]