Few People Can Distinguish The Genuinely Good

The Love Of Popularity Holds You In A Vice.

For Whoever Meditates A Crime Is Guilty Of The Deed.

Satire Is What Closes Saturday Night.

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.

It Is But The Weak And Little Mind That Rejoices In Revenge