They whose sole bliss is eating can give but that one brutish reason why they live.
There is no reliance to be placed on appearance.
Luxury destroys more efficiently than war.
He who meditates a crime secretly within himself has all the guilt of the act.
The brief span of our poor unhappy life to its final hour Is hastening on; and while we drink and call for gay wreaths, Perfumes, and young girls, old age creeps upon us, unperceived.
The face, not the woman is the attraction.