The Brain Is The Citadel Of Sense

No Man's Abilities Are So Remarkably Shining As Not To Stand In Need Of A Proper Opportunity.

Contact With [menstrual Blood] Turns New Wine Sour, Crops Touched By It Become Barren, Grafts Die, Seed In Gardens Are Dried Up, The Fruit Of Trees Fall Off, The Edge Of Steel And The Gleam Of Ivory Are Dulled, Hives Of Bees Die, Even Bronze And Iron Are At Once Seized By Rust, And A Horrible Smell Fills The Air; To Taste It Drives Dogs Mad And Infects Their Bites With An Incurable Poison.

We Live By Reposing Trust In Each Other.

In Wine There Is Health (in Vino Sanitas)

His Only Fault Is That He Has No Fault.