O Poverty, Thy Thousand Ills Combined Sink

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.

Every Crime Will Bring Remorse To The Man Who Committed It

There Is Great Unanimity Among The Dissolute. [lat., Magna Inter Molles Concordia.]

No One Rejoices More In Revenge Than Woman.

The Dowry, Not The Wife, Is The Object Of Attraction.