Petite Ville, Grand Renom. Small Town, Great

I Know Of A Charm By Way Of A Prayer That Will Preserve A Man From The Violence Of Guns And All Manner Of Fire-weapons And Engines But It Will Do Me No Good Because I Do Not Believe It

I Drink For The Thirst To Come.

Hungry Bellies Have No Ears. [fr., La Ventre Affame N'point D'oreilles.]

All Things Have Their Ends And Cycles. And When They Have Reached Their Highest Point, They Are In Their Lowest Ruin, For They Cannot Last For Long In Such A State. Such Is The End For Those Who Cannot Moderate Their Fortune And Prosperity With Reason And Temperance.

Parisians Are So Besotted, So Silly And So Naturally Inept That A Street Player, A Seller Of Indulgences, A Mule With Its Cymbals,a Fiddler In The Middle Of A Crossroads, Will Draw More People Than Would A Good Evangelist Preacher.