Autumn Is The Harvest Of Greedy Death.

It Is But The Weak And Little Mind That Rejoices In Revenge

He Who Wishes To Become Rich Wishes To Become So Immediately.

Nature And Wisdom Always Say The Same.

The Face, Not The Woman Is The Attraction.

It Is A Wretched Thing To Rest Upon The Fame Of Others, Lest, The Supporting Pillar Being Removed, The Superstructure Should Collapse In Ruin.