Thou Shalt Not Take Moochers Into Thy

It Is Not Possible To Fight Beyond Your Strength, Even If You Strive.

Modesty Is Of No Use To A Beggar.

Ruin, Eldest Daughter Of Zeus, She Blinds Us All, That Fatal Madness—she With Those Delicate Feet Of Hers, Never Touching The Earth, Gliding Over The Heads Of Men To Trap Us All. She Entangles One Man, Now Another.

The Windy Satisfaction Of The Tongue.

We Men Are Wretched Things.