The Roots Of Knowledge Are

Aristoteles Quidem Ait: 'omnes Ingeniosos Melancholicos Esse.' Aristotle Says That All Men Of Genius Are Melancholy.

The Enemy Is Within The Gates; It Is With Our Own Luxury, Our Own Folly, Our Own Criminality That We Have To Contend.

You Must Therefore Love Me, Myself, And Not My Circumstances, If We Are To Be Real Friends.

To Disregard What The World Thinks Of Us Is Not Only Arrogant But Utterly Shameless. [lat., Negligere Quid De Se Quisque Sentiat, Non Solum Arrogantis Est, Sed Etiam Omnino Dissoluti.]

Let Flattery, The Handmaid Of The Vices, Be Far Removed (from Friendship). [lat., Assentatio, Vitiorum Adjutrix, Procul Amoveatur.]