Memory Is The Mother Of

Bonds And The Pangs Of Hunger Are Excellent Prophet Doctors For The Wits.

Nothing Forces Us To Know What We Do Not Want To Know Except Pain

May Dawn, As The Proverb Goes, Bring Happy Tidings Coming From Her Mother Night.

They Who Prosper Take On Airs Of Vanity.

We Must Pronounce Him Fortunate Who Has Ended His Life In Fair Prosperity.