Drive Nature from your door with a pitchfork, and she will return again and again.
Be brief, that the mind may catch thy precepts, and the more easily retain them.
Everything, virtue, glory, honor, things human and divine, all are slaves to riches.
If you drive nature out with a pitchfork, she will soon find a way back.
Those who covet much suffer from the want.
One night awaits all, and death's path must be trodden once and for all.