Like Warmed-up Cabbage Served At Each Repast,

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.

An Excess Of Hoarded Wealth Is The Death Of Many.

Autumn Is The Harvest Of Greedy Death.

Hold It The Greatest Sin To Prefer Existence To Honour, And For The Sake Of Life To Lose The Reasons For Living.

Common Sense Among Men Of Fortune Is Rare.