In Wine, There's Truth.

The Enjoyments Of This Life Are Not Equal To Its Evils.

Human Nature Is Fond Of Novelty.

The Human Features And Countenance, Although Composed Of But Some Ten Parts Or Little More, Are So Fashioned That Among So Many Thousands Of Men There Are No Two In Existence Who Cannot Be Distinguished From One Another.

Why Is It That We Entertain The Belief That For Every Purpose Odd Numbers Are The Most Effectual?

Contact With [menstrual Blood] Turns New Wine Sour, Crops Touched By It Become Barren, Grafts Die, Seed In Gardens Are Dried Up, The Fruit Of Trees Fall Off, The Edge Of Steel And The Gleam Of Ivory Are Dulled, Hives Of Bees Die, Even Bronze And Iron Are At Once Seized By Rust, And A Horrible Smell Fills The Air; To Taste It Drives Dogs Mad And Infects Their Bites With An Incurable Poison.