Luxury Destroys More Efficiently Than

For The Short-lived Bloom And Contracted Span Of Brief And Wretched Life Is Fast Fleeting Away! While We Are Drinking And Calling For Garlands, Ointments, And Women, Old Age Steals Swiftly On With Noiseless Step.

Like Warmed-up Cabbage Served At Each Repast, The Repetition Kills The Wretch At Last.

Remorse Is The Fruit Of Crime.

The Thirst After Fame Is Greater Than That After Virtue; For Who Embraces Virtue If You Take Away Its Rewards?

Tears Ready To Do Duty At A Minute's Notice.