Lives there the man with soul so dead as to disown the wish to merit the people's applause, and having uttered words worthy to be kept in cedar oil to latest times, to leave behind him rhymes that dread neither herrings nor frankincense.
Out of nothing can come, and nothing can become nothing.
Live according to your income.
We consume our tomorrows fretting about our yesterdays.
The belly is the giver of genius.
Your knowing a thing is nothing, unless another knows you know it.