When The Mischief Is Done

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.

Many Commit The Same Crime With A Very Different Result. One Bears A Cross For His Crime; Another A Crown.

An Excess Of Hoarded Wealth Is The Death Of Many.

For The Gods, Instead Of What Is Most Pleasing, Will Give What Is Most Proper. Man Is Dearer To Them Than He Is To Himself.

When Did Reason Ever Direct Our Desires Or Our Fears?