The Enjoyments Of This Life Are Not

Hope Is The Pillar That Holds Up The World. Hope Is The Dream Of A Waking Man.

Their Best And Most Wholesome Feeding Is Upon One Dish And No More And The Same Plaine And Simple: For Surely This Hudling Of Many Meats One Upon Another Of Divers Tastes Is Pestiferous. But Sundrie Sauces Are More Dangerous Than That.

Cincinnatus Was Ploughing His Four Jugera Of Land Upon The Vaticanian Hill, The Same That Are Still Known As The Quintian Meadows, When The Messenger Brought Him The Dictatorship, Finding Him, The Tradition Says, Stripped To The Work.

We Live By Reposing Trust In Each Other.

The Only Thing Man Knows Instinctively Is How To Weep.