There's A Lust In Man, No Charm

In The Present State Of The World It Is Difficult Not To Write Lampoons.

The Only Path To A Tranquil Life Is Through Virtue. [lat., Semita Certe Tranquillae Per Virtutem Patet Unica Vitae.]

Of What Use Are Pedigrees, Or To Be Thought Of Noble Blood, Or The Display Of Family Portraits, O Ponticus?

Revenge, We Find, The Abject Pleasure Of An Abject Mind.

The Doings Of Men, Their Prayers, Fear, Wrath, Pleasure, Delights, And Recreations, Are The Subject Of This Book.