A Man's Homeland Is Wherever He Prospers.

I Would Treat Her Like An Egg, The Shell Of Which We Remove Before Eating It; I Would Take Off Her Mask And Then Kiss Her Pretty Face.

Weak Mortals, Chained To The Earth, Creatures Of Clay As Frail As The Foliage Of The Woods, You Unfortunate Race, Whose Life Is But Darkness, As Unreal As A Shadow, The Illusion Of A Dream.

No Man Is Really Honest; None Of Us Is Above The Influence Of Gain.

A Man Should Be Able To Stand Up Under Any Disaster For His Country's Good.

When Men Drink, Then They Are Rich And Successful And Win Lawsuits And Are Happy And Help Their Friends. Quickly, Bring Me A Beaker Of Wine, So That I May Wet My Mind And Say Something Clever.