Silence Is True Wisdom's Best Reply.

Sufficiency's Enough For Men Of Sense.

They Who Are Sad Find Somehow Sweetness In Tears.

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.

The Fiercest Anger Of All, The Most Incurable, Is That Which Rages In The Place Of Dearest Love.

Human Misery Must Somewhere Have A Stop; There Is No Wind That Always Blows A Storm.