The Mob Gets Out Of Hand, Runs

None Can Hold Fortune Still And Make It Last.

Life Is Short; This Being So, Who Would Pursue Great Things And Not Bear With What Is At Hand? These Are The Ways Of Madmen And Men Of Evil Counsel, At Least In My Judgment.

Mankind . . . Possesses Two Supreme Blessings. First Of These Is The Goddess Demeter, Or Earth Whichever Name You Choose To Call Her By. It Was She Who Gave To Man His Nourishment Of Grain. But After Her There Came The Son Of Semele, Who Matched Her Present By Inventing Liquid Wine As His Gift To Man. For Filled With That Good Gift, Suffering Mankind Forgets Its Grief; From It Comes Sleep; With It Oblivion Of The Troubles Of The Day. There Is No Other Medicine For Misery.

There Is Nothing Like The Sight Of An Old Enemy Down On His Luck.

The Day Is For Honest Men, The Night For Thieves.