For Women's Tears Are But

To Keep Up As Good A Cuisine As Your Father.

Every Great House Is Full Of Haughty Servants.

Every Man's Credit Is Proportioned To The Money Which He Has In His Chest. [lat., Quantum Quisque Sua Nummorum Condit In Area, Tantum Habet Et Fidei.]

Already Long Ago, From When We Sold Our Vote To No Man, The People Have Abdicated Our Duties; For The People Who Once Upon A Time Handed Out Military Command, High Civil Office, Legions — Everything, Now Restrains Itself And Anxiously Hopes For Just Two Things: Bread And Circuses.

The Guilty Are Alarmed And Turn Pale At The Slightest Thunder.