“When evening comes, I return home and go into my study. On the threshold I strip off my muddy, sweaty, workday clothes, and put on the robes of court and palace, and in this graver dress I enter the antique courts of the ancients and am welcomed by them, and there I taste the food that alone is mine, and for which I was born. And there I make bold to speak to them and ask the motives of their actions, and they, in their humanity, reply to me. And for the space of four hours I forget the world, remember no vexation, fear poverty no more, tremble no more at death: I pass indeed into their world.” - Machiavelli

'The man who is not in a hurry will always see his way clearly; haste blunders on blindly." Quintus Fabius Maximus Verrucosus Cunctator

Nomen magis quam praesidium adferunt.

Tum pietate gravem ac meritis si forte virum quem conspexere, silent, arrectisque auribus adstant.

Tu mihi sola places. Placeam tibi, C, solus.

Plures enim magnum saepe nomen falsis vulgi opinionibus abstulerunt; quo quid turpius excogitari potest?

Mi neque amare aliam neque ab hac desistere fas est. C prima fuit. C finis erit.

Quidquid dicam, aut erit, aut non.

Cuncta quae rara provehit aetas, stupetque subitis mobile vulgus, cedat inscitiae nubilus error, cessent profecto mira videri.

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Due Diligence waived. Proceeding.