Self-inflicted Misery Smirks Under Its Crown Of

For Some, Bottles Of Liquor Gleam Like The Towers Of Eldorado.

After Voltaire: Envy Is Chained To The Portico Of The Temple Of Glory And Can Neither Enter Nor Leave.

The Critical Spirit Never Knows When To Stop Meddling.

Prudence Does Not Save Us, But Shows Us Pictures Of Our Destroyers.

A Happy Arrangement: Many People Prefer Cats To Other People, And Many Cats Prefer People To Other Cats.