Rhyme, That Enslaved Queen, That

On This Point, The Priest And The Philosopher Agree: We Must Die.

Every Good Quality Runs Into A Defect; Economy Borders On Avarice, The Generous Are Not Far From The Prodigal, The Brave Man Is Close To The Bully; He Who Is Very Pious Is Slightly Sanctimonious; There Are Just As Many Vices To Virtue As There Are Holes In The Mantle Of Diogenes.

We Teachers Make The Road, Others Will Make The Journey.

The Rich's Paradise Was Created By The Poor's Hell.

To Live A Life Which Is A Perpetual Falsehood Is To Suffer Unknown Tortures.