In The Present State Of The World

Nothing Is So Intolerable As A Woman With A Long Purse.

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.

If You Are Capable Of Submitting To Insult You Ought To Be Insulted.

An Undying Hatred, And A Wound Never To Be Healed.

Your Prayer Must Be For A Healthy Mind In A Sound Body. Ask For A Brave Soul That Has No Fear Of Death, Deems Length Of Life The Least Of Nature's Gifts And Is Able To Bear Any Kind Of Sufferings, Knows Neither Wrath Nor Desire And Believes The Woes And Hard Labors Of Hercules Better Than The Loves And Feasts And Downy Cushions Of Sardanapalus. Reveal What You Are Able To Give Yourself; The Only Path To A Life Of Tranquility Lies Through Virtue.