My Hands Are Clean, But My Heart

Enough Is Abundance To The Wise.

Ten Thousand Men Possess Ten Thousand Hopes.

If A Man Rejoice Not In His Drinking, He Is Mad; For In Drinking It's Possible ... To Fondle Breasts, And To Caress Well Tended Locks, And There Is Dancing Withal, And Oblivion Of Woe.

High Honors Are Sweet To A Man's Heart, But Ever They Stand Close To The Brink Of Grief.

Joint Undertakings Stand A Better Chance When They Benefit Both Sides.