We Consume Our Tomorrows Fretting About Our

The Man Who Wishes To Bend Me With His Tale Of Woe Must Shed True Tears - Not Tears That Have Been Got Ready Overnight.

Each Man Has His Own Desires; All Do Not Possess The Same Inclinations.

The Belly (i.e. Necessity) Is The Teacher Of Art And The Liberal Bestower Of Wit.

He Who Conquers, Endures.

Hunger Is The Teacher Of The Arts And The Bestower Of Invention. -magister Artis Ingenique Largitor Venter