An Old Monkey Never Makes A Pretty

A War Undertaken Without Sufficient Monies Has But A Wisp Of Force. Coins Are The Very Sinews Of Battles.

Debts And Lies Are Generally Mixed Together.

If You Understand Why A Monkey In A Family Is Always Mocked And Harassed, You Understand Why Monks Are Rejected By All--both Old And Young.

How Comes It That You Curse, Frere Jean? It's Only, Said The Monk, In Order To Embellish My Language. They Are The Colors Of Ciceronian Rhetoric.

Wait A Second While I Take A Swig Off This Bottle: It's My True And Only Helicon, My Caballine Fount, My Sole Enthusiasm. Here, Drinking, I Deliberate, I Reason, I Resolve And Conclude. After The Epilogue I Laugh, I Write, I Compose, I Drink. Ennius Drinking Would Write, Writing Would Drink.