For Women's Tears Are But The Sweat

Every Man's Credit Is Proportioned To The Money Which He Has In His Chest. [lat., Quantum Quisque Sua Nummorum Condit In Area, Tantum Habet Et Fidei.]

This Precept Descended From Heaven: Know Thyself.

An Incurable Itch For Scribbling Takes Possession Of Many, And Grows Inveterate In Their Insane Breasts.

Let Me Moderate Our Sorrows. The Grief Of A Man Should Not Exceed Proper Bounds, But Be In Proportion To The Blow He Has Received. [lat., Ponamus Nimios Gemitus: Flagrantior Aequo Non Debet Dolor Esse Viri, Nec Vulnere Major.]

Now We Suffer The Evils Of A Long Peace; Luxury More Cruel Than War Broods Over Us And Avenges A Conquered World.