Man Spends His Life In

The Absolute Ruler May Be A Nero, But He Is Sometimes A Titus Or Marc Aurelius; The People Is Often Nero, But Never Marc Aurelius.

The Woman Who Too Easily And Ardently Yielded Her Devotion Will Find That Its Vitality, Like A Bright Fire, Soon Consumes Itself.

The Subtle Sauce Of Malice Is Often Indulged In By Maidens Of Uncertain Age, Over Their Tea.

Gold Like The Sun, Which Melts Wax, But Hardens Clay, Expands Great Souls.

Ideas Are A Capital That Bears Interest Only In The Hands Of Talent.