No Clock Is More Regular Than The

Fate Leads The Willing, And Th' Unwilling Draws.

A Child Is Not A Vase To Be Filled, But A Fire To Be Lit.

No Clock Is More Regular Than The Belly.

Wait A Second While I Take A Swig Off This Bottle: It's My True And Only Helicon, My Caballine Fount, My Sole Enthusiasm. Here, Drinking, I Deliberate, I Reason, I Resolve And Conclude. After The Epilogue I Laugh, I Write, I Compose, I Drink. Ennius Drinking Would Write, Writing Would Drink.

Ha! For A Divine And Lordly Manor, There Is Nothing Like Solid Ground.