I both love and do not love; and am mad and not mad.
War spares not the brave, but the cowardly.
Life is like a chariot-wheel that ever rolls along.
My Passion uncontrolled shall rove, Doubly debauched with Wine and Love.
To-day belongs to me, To-morrow who can tell.
Cursed be he above all others Who's enslaved by love of money. Money takes the place of brothers, Money takes the place of parents, Money brings us war and slaughter.