All General Judgments Are Loose And Imperfect

To Die Is Not To Play A Part In Society; It Is The Act Of A Single Person. Let Us Live And Laugh Among Our Friends; Let Us Die And Sulk Among Strangers.

Man Is Certainly Crazy. He Could Not Make A Mite, And He Makes Gods By The Dozen.

No Man Profiteth But By The Loss Of Others.

Wine Is The Benevolent God, Who Gives Back Gaiety To Men And Restores Youth To The Old.

Cowardice Is The Mother Of Cruelty.