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

Surely You Do Not Believe In The Gods. What's Your Argument? Where's Your Proof?

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.

There Is No Beast, No Rush Of Fire, Like Woman So Untamed. She Calmly Goes Her Way Where Even Panthers Would Be Shamed.

It Often Happens That Less Depends Upon The Valor Of An Army Than The Skill Of The Leader.

When Men Drink Wine They Are Rich, They Are Busy, They Push Lawsuits, They Are Happy, They Are Friends.