When One With Honeyed Words But Evil

I Think It Makes Small Difference To The Dead, If They Are Buried In The Tokens Of Luxury. All That Is An Empty Glorification Left For Those Who Live.

Terrible Is The Force Of The Waves Of Sea, Terrible Is The Rush Of The River And The Blasts Of Hot Fire, And Terrible Are A Thousand Other Things; But None Is Such A Terrible Evil As Woman.

Pay Special Attention To Their Agony So I Might Take Some Pleasure.

What Can We Take On Trust In This Uncertain Life? Happiness, Greatness, Pride - Nothing Is Secure, Nothing Keeps.

It's The Wise Man Who Stays Home When He's Drunk.