What's Vice Today May Be Virtue, Tomorrow.

What Is Commonly Called Love, Namely The Desire Of Satisfying A Voracious Appetite With A Certain Quantity Of Delicate White Human Flesh.

The Blackest Ink Of Fate Are Sure My Lot, And When Fate Writ My Name It Made A Blot.

Can Any Man Have A Higher Notion Of The Rule Of Right And The Eternal Fitness Of Things?

Wine Is A Turncoat; First A Friend And Then An Enemy.

What Was Said By The Latin Poet Of Labor--that It Conquers All Things--is Much More True When Applied To Impudence.