It Is But The Weak And Little

They Whose Sole Bliss Is Eating Can Give But That One Brutish Reason Why They Live.

Seldom Do People Discern Eloquence Under A Threadbare Cloak

Revenge, We Find, The Abject Pleasure Of An Abject Mind.

Like Warmed-up Cabbage Served At Each Repast, The Repetition Kills The Wretch At Last.

Only Death Reveals What A Nothing The Body Of Man Is.