Most People Do Not Understand Until Old

Vos Vestros Servate, Meos Mihi Linquite Mores You Keep To Your Own Ways, And Leave Mine To Me

The Measure Of A Man's Life Is The Well Spending Of It, And Not The Length.

No Man Ever Wetted Clay And Then Left It, As If There Would Be Bricks By Chance And Fortune.

A Lover's Soul Lives In The Body Of His Mistress.

Good Fortune Will Elevate Even Petty Minds, And Give Them The Appearance Of A Certain Greatness And Stateliness, As From Their High Place They Look Down Upon The World; But The Truly Noble And Resolved Spirit Raises Itself, And Becomes More Conspicuous In Times Of Disaster And Ill Fortune.