I Would Rather Die On My Feet

Wine Is A Terrible Foe, Hard To Wrestle With.

Alas, How Right The Ancient Saying Is: We, Who Are Old, Are Nothing Else But Noise And Shape. Like Mimicries Of Dreams We Go, And Have No Wits, Although We Think Us Wise.

The Man Who Melts With Social Sympathy, Though Not Allied, Is More Worth Than A Thousand Kinsmen.

It Is A Good Thing To Be Rich And Strong, But It Is A Better Thing To Be Loved.

When Cheated, Wife Or Husband Feels The Same.