Condemned to a Life of Vinegar

Time for another Spam Poety post:

Yet nightly pitch my moving tent, a day's march nearer home.
Loyalty is still the same, whether it win or lose the game true as a dial to the sun, although it be not shined upon.
Revenge is profitable, gratitude is expensive.
I believe that truth has only one face: that of a violent contradiction.
You cannot simultaneously prevent and prepare for war.
Love matches are made by people who are content, for a month of honey, to condemn themselves to a life of vinegar.
Where women are concerned, the rule is never to go out with anyone better dressed than you.
Water is the only drink for a wise man.
A poor man who eats too much, as contradistinguished from a gourmand, who is a rich man who ''lives well.''
Cowards falter, but danger is often overcome by those who nobly dare.
How wretched is the person who hangs on by the favors of the powerful.
There is no place in a fanatic's head where reason can enter.
No one finds life worth living he must make it worth living.