When The Mischief Is Done

One Globe Seemed All Too Small For The Youthful Alexander.

Luxury Is More Deadly Than Any Foe.

Give Up All Hope Of Peace So Long As Your Mother-in-law Is Alive.

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.]

There Will He Nothing More That Posterity Can Add To Our Immoral Habits; Our Descendants Must Have The Same Desires And Act The Same Follies As Their Sires. Every Vice Has Reached Its Zenith.