Satire Is What Closes Saturday Night.

Money Lost Is Bewailed With Unfeigned Tears. [lat., Ploratur Lacrimis Amissa Pecunia Veris.]

There Is Nothing Worse Than Words Of Kindness That Lie.

When Did Reason Ever Direct Our Desires Or Our Fears?

The Thirst For Fame Is Much Greater Than That For Virtue; For Who Would Embrace Virtue Itself If You Take Away Its Rewards? [lat., Tanto Major Famae Sitis Est Quam Virtutis: Quis Enim Virtutem Amplectitur Ipsam Praemia Se Tollas.]

Bad Men Hate Sin Through Fear Of Punishment; Good Men Hate Sin Through Their Love Of Virtue.