Money Is The Seed Of Money.

She Was Dull, Unattractive, Couldn't Tell The Time, Count Money Or Tie Her Own Shoe Laces... But I Loved Her

O Love, If I Regret The Age When One Savors You, It Is Not For The Hour Of Pleasure, But For The One That Follows It.

He Who Pretends To Look Upon Death Without Fear, Lies

Everything Degenerates In The Hands Of Man.

No Man Has Any Natural Authority Over His Fellow Men.