Be A Gentleman Farmer.

She Knows No Difference 'twixt Head And Privities Who Devours Immense Oysters At Midnight.

Here We All Live In A State Of Ambitious Poverty.

The Short Bloom Of Our Brief And Narrow Life Flies Fast Away. While We Are Calling For Flowers And Wine And Women, Old Age Is Upon Us.

For Whoever Meditates A Crime Is Guilty Of The Deed. [lat., Nam Scelus Intra Se Tacitum Qui Cogitat Ullum, Facti Crimen Habet.]

The Greatest Hardship Of Poverty Is That It Tends To Make Men Ridiculous.