A Little Child Born Yesterday A Thing

A Generous Friendship No Cold Medium Knows, Burns With One Love, With One Resentment Glows; One Should Our Interests And Our Passions Be, My Friend Must Hate The Man That Injures Me.

Because They're Stupid, That's Why. That's Why Everybody Does Everything.

And They Die An Equal Death — The Idler And The Man Of Mighty Deeds.

Discourse, The Sweeter Banquet Of The Mind.

Ah, Good Ol’ Trustworthy Beer. My Love For You Will Never Die.