Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.
Folly loves the martyrdom of fame.
Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains; They crown'd him long ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow.
Eat, drink and love...the rest is not worth a nickel
Pleasure's a sin, and sometimes sin's a pleasure.
Fare thee well, and if for ever Still for ever fare thee well.