“For when we quaff the gen’rous bowl, Then sleep the sorrows of our soul. Let us drink the juice divine, The gift of Bacchus, god of wine. When I take wine, my cares go to rest.”

He who has a mind to fight, let him fight, for now is the time.

Thus, while I quaff the genial wine, I live mid transports quite divine.

Life is like a chariot-wheel that ever rolls along.

Let others seek renown in arms; For me wine’s wars have greater charms: Then fill the bowl, boy; fill it high: ‘Tis better drunk, than dead to lie.

And last of all comes death.

How the waves of the sea kiss the shore!

I both love and do not love; and am mad and not mad.

Today is ours; what do we fear? Today is ours: we have it here. Let’s treat it kindly, that it may Wish at least with us to stay.

The sea drinks the air and the sun the sea.

To-day belongs to me, To-morrow who can tell.

War spares not the brave, but the cowardly.

Ah, cruel ’tis to love, And cruel not to love, But cruelest of all To love and love in vain.

My Passion uncontrolled shall rove, Doubly debauched with Wine and Love.

Cursed be he above all others Who’s enslaved by love of money. Money takes the place of brothers, Money takes the place of parents, Money brings us war and slaughter.

There, as a youth, your aptitude towards certain jobs is measured, and the rest of your life is dictated, whether you’ll be a fisherman or a farmer or an opera singer.

It’s a shame really because a couple days in Oklahoma will open your eyes to how much better it would be if the rest of the country was filled with a few more people from Oklahoma.

People ask me if I have stage fright. I say, “God, no, I’m completely comfortable there. I have rest-of-the-day fright.”

The curse should no longer rest upon the world itself, but upon that which is sinful in it, and instead of monastic flight from the world the duty is now emphasized of serving God in the world, in every position in life.

Money the root of evil guess I’m the devil then. God bless my soul to rest.

A man could spend the rest of his life trying to remember what he shouldn’t have said.

The work on weekdays and the rest on the seventh day are correlated. The Sabbath is the inspirer, the other days the inspired.

The Night is young & full of rest I can’t describe the way she’s dress’d She’ll pander to some strange requests Anything that you suggest Anything to please her guest.