If The Skies Fall, One May Hope

Wait A Second While I Take A Swig Off This Bottle: It's My True And Only Helicon, My Caballine Fount, My Sole Enthusiasm. Here, Drinking, I Deliberate, I Reason, I Resolve And Conclude. After The Epilogue I Laugh, I Write, I Compose, I Drink. Ennius Drinking Would Write, Writing Would Drink.

Languages Exist By Arbitrary Institutions And Conventions Among Peoples; Words, As The Dialecticians Tell Us, Do Not Signify Naturally, But At Our Pleasure.

He Who Has Not An Adventure Has Not Horse Or Mule, So Says Solomon.--who Is Too Adventurous, Said Echephron,--loses Horse And Mule.

Of A Young Hermit, An Old Devil. [fr., De Jeune Hermite, Vieil Diable.]

In This Mortal Life, Nothing Is Blessed Throughout.