A Fool Sees Not The

A Dead Body Revenges Not Injuries.

The Goddess Fortune Is The Devil's Servant, Ready To Kiss Any One's Ass.

The Road Of Excess Leads To The Palace Of Wisdom.

The Fox Condemns The Trap, Not Himself.

Little Fly, Thy Summer's Play My Thoughtless Hand Has Brushed Away. Am Not I A Fly Like Thee? Or Art Not Thou A Man Like Me? For I Dance And Drink And Sing, Till Some Blind Hand Shall Brush My Wing!