No One Is Happy All His Life

Both To The Rich And Poor, Wine Is The Happy Antidote For Sorrow.

Who Knows But Life Be That Which Men Call Death, And Death What Men Call Life?

Those Who Have Not, And Live In Want, Are A Menace, Ridden With Envy And Fooled By Demagogues.

Friendship Doubles Your Joys, And Divides Your Sorrows.

Oh, What A Vileness Human Beauty Is; Corroding, Corrupting Everything It Touches.