Anger is a momentary madness.
It is difficult to speak of what is common in a way of your own.
Whatever things injure your eye you are anxious to remove; but things which affect your mind you defer.
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.
My cares and my inquiries are for decency and truth, and in this I am wholly occupied.
It is but a poor establishment where there are not many superfluous things which the owner knows not of, and which go to the thieves.