Poverty, The Most Fearful Monster That Ever

There's No Art Where There's No Fee.

Evil Events From Evil Causes Spring.

To Invoke Solely The Weaker Arguments And Yet Triumph Is An Art Worth More Than A Hundred Thousand Drachmae.

Weak Mortals, Chained To The Earth, Creatures Of Clay As Frail As The Foliage Of The Woods, You Unfortunate Race, Whose Life Is But Darkness, As Unreal As A Shadow, The Illusion Of A Dream.

Comedy Too Can Sometimes Discern What Is Right. I Shall Not Please, But I Shall Say What Is True.