Things Fit Only To Give Weight To

Indulge, And To Thy Genius Freely Give, For Not To Live At Ease Is Not To Live.

We Consume Our Tomorrows Fretting About Our Yesterdays.

Is Any Man Free Except The One Who Can Pass His Life As He Pleases?

Our Life Is Our Own To-day, To-morrow You Will Be Dust, A Shade, And A Tale That Is Told. Live Mindful Of Death; The Hour Flies.

The Stomach Is The Teacher Of The Arts And The Dispenser Of Invention.