Bodies Devoid Of Mind Are As Statues

There Is The Sky, Which Is All Men's Together.

To A Father Waxing Old, Nothing Is Dearer Than A Daughter; Sons Have Spirits Of A Higher Pitch, But Less Inclined To Endearing Fondness.

If A Man Rejoice Not In His Drinking, He Is Mad; For In Drinking It's Possible ... To Fondle Breasts, And To Caress Well Tended Locks, And There Is Dancing Withal, And Oblivion Of Woe.

Wine Is A Terrible Foe, Hard To Wrestle With.

No One Who Lives In Error Is Free.