The Arrows Are From Her Dowry.

The Love Of Pelf Increases With The Pelf. [lat., Crescit Amor Nummi Quantum Ipsa Pecunia Crescit.]

Only Death Reveals What A Nothing The Body Of Man Is.

The Love Of Popularity Holds You In A Vice.

The Itch Of Scribbling.

Nature Confesses That She Has Bestowed On The Human Race Hearts Of Softest Mould, In That She Has Given Us Tears.