It Is The Act Of

I Do Not Wish To Die: But I Care Not If I Were Dead. [lat., Emori Nolo: Sed Me Esse Mortuum Nihil Aestimo.]

I Prefer Silent Prudence To Loquacious Folly.

The Harvest Of Old Age Is The Recollection And Abundance Of Blessing Previously Secured.

Anyone May Fairly Seek His Own Advantage, But No One Has A Right To Do So At Another's Expense.

There Is Nothing So Absurd That Some Philosopher Has Not Already Said It.