In My Opinion, Every Rich Man Is

Long Life, And Short, Are By Death Made All One; For There Is No Long, Nor Short, To Things That Are No More.

Kings And Philosophers Defecate, And So Do Ladies.

The Ceaseless Labour Of Your Life Is To Build The House Of Death.

I Honor Most Those To Whom I Show Least Honor; And Where My Soul Moves With Great Alacrity, I Forget The Proper Steps Of Ceremony.

Books Are A Languid Pleasure.