Pray The Gods Do Not Envy Your

The Day Is For Honest Men, The Night For Thieves.

Money Is The Wise Man's Religion.

Soon All Of You Immortals Will Be As Dead As We Are! Come On Then, What Are You Waiting For? Have You Run Out Of Thunderbolts?

Fortune Always Will Confer An Aura Of Worth, Unworthily; And In This World The Lucky Person Passes For A Genius.

Forgive, Son; Men Are Men; They Needs Must Err.