Hunger Knows No Friend But

Today Things Are Better Than Yesterday.

This Is What Extremely Grieves Us, That A Man Who Never Fought Should Contrive Our Fees To Pilfer, On Who For His Native Land Never To This Day Had Oar, Or Lance, Or Blister In His Hand.

The Old Are In A Second Childhood.

Quickly, Bring Me A Beaker Of Wine, So That I May Wet My Mind And Say Something Clever.

Children Have A Master To Teach Them, Grown-ups Have The Poets.