We are in truth but pieces on this chess board of life, which in the end we leave, only to drop one by one into the grave of nothingness.

The unbeliever knows his Koran best.

Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End!

Drink wine. This is life eternal. This is all that youth will give you. It is the season for wine, roses and drunken friends. Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.

We are in truth but pieces on this chess board of life, which in the end we leave, only to drop one by one into the grave of nothingness.

If I don't enjoy myself now, when shall I?

A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou.