For Women's Tears Are But The Sweat

Many Suffer From The Incurable Disease Of Writing, And It Becomes Chronic In Their Sick Minds.

Luck Often Raises Vulgarity To A High Position, To Create Mirth For The Beholders.

A Hairy Body, And Arms Stiff With Bristles, Give Promise Of A Manly Soul.

The Only Path To A Tranquil Life Is Through Virtue. [lat., Semita Certe Tranquillae Per Virtutem Patet Unica Vitae.]

Seldom Do People Discern Eloquence Under A Threadbare Cloak