Of The Woes Of Unhappy Poverty, None

Already Long Ago, From When We Sold Our Vote To No Man, The People Have Abdicated Our Duties; For The People Who Once Upon A Time Handed Out Military Command, High Civil Office, Legions — Everything, Now Restrains Itself And Anxiously Hopes For Just Two Things: Bread And Circuses.

Some Men Make Money Not For The Sake Of Living, But Ache In The Blindness Of Greed And Live Just For Their Fortune's Sake.

No Nice Extreme A True Italian Knows; But Bid Him Go To Hell, To Hell He Goes.

It Is Unmistakable Madness To Live In Poverty Only To Die Rich.

It Is Sheer Folly When All Is Gone To Lose Even One's Passage Money.