The Smell Of Money Is

The Grape Gains Its Purple Tinge By Looking At Another Grape. [lat., Uvaque Conspecta Livorem Ducit Ab Uva.]

Virture Offers The Only Path In This Life That Leads To Tranquility.

All Arts His Own, The Hungry Greekling Counts; And Bid Him Mount The Skies, The Skies He Mounts.

The Short Bloom Of Our Brief And Narrow Life Flies Fast Away. While We Are Calling For Flowers And Wine And Women, Old Age Is Upon Us. [lat., Festinat Enim Decurrere Velox Flosculus Angustae Miseraeque Brevissima Vitae Portico; Dum Bibimus Dum Sera Unguenta Puellas Poscimus Obrepit Non Intellecta Senectus.]

The Skilful Class Of Flatterers Praise The Discourse Of An Ignorant Friend And The Face Of A Deformed One.