In vain will you fly from one vice if in your wilfulness you embrace another.
Little folks become their little fate.
Why harass with eternal purposes a mind to weak to grasp them?
It is your concern when your neighbor's wall is on fire.
I beseech you to treasure up in your hearts these my parting words: Be ashamed to die until you have won some victory for humanity.
Think of the wonders uncorked by wine! It opens secrets, gives heart to our hopes, pushes the cowardly into battle, lifts the load from anxious minds, and evokes talents. Thanks to the bottle's prompting no one is lost for words, no one who's cramped by poverty fails to find release.