We Mortals Hear Only The News, And

Wine Lead To Folly, Making Even The Wise To Laugh Immoderately, To Dance, And To Utter What Had Better Have Been Kept Silent.

Porkchops And Bacon, My Two Favorite Animals.

Hateful To Me As Are The Gates Of Hell, Is He Who, Hiding One Thing In His Heart, Utters Another.

What Greater Glory Attends A Man Than What He Wins With His Racing Feet And His Striving Hands?

Young People Are Thoughtless As A Rule.