Each Man Has His Fancy.

And Don't Consult Anyone's Opinions But Your Own.

Thou Art Moist And Soft Clay; Thou Must Instantly Be Shaped By The Glowing Wheel. [lat., Udum Et Molle Lutum Es: Nunc, Nunc Properandus Et Acri Fingendus Sine Fine Rota.]

It Is Pleasing To Be Pointed At With The Finger And To Have It Said, "there Goes The Man." [lat., At Pulchrum Est Digito Monstrari Et Dicier His Est.]

The Belly Is The Giver Of Genius.

Indulge, And To Thy Genius Freely Give, For Not To Live At Ease Is Not To Live.