All's Well In The End, If You've

Pantagruelism Is A Certain Gaitey Of The Spirit Consisting In A Disdain For The Hazards Of Fortune.

The Probity That Scintillizes In The Superfices Of Your Persons Informs My Ratiocinating Faculty, In A Most Stupendous Manner, Of The Radiant Virtues Latent Within The Precious Caskets And Ventricles Of Your Minds.

The Remedy For Thirst? It Is The Opposite Of The One For A Dog Bite: Run Always After A Dog, He'll Never Bite You; Drink Always Before Thirst, And It Will Never Overtake You.

How Do You Know Antiquity Was Foolish? How Do You Know The Present Is Wise? Who Made It Foolish? Who Made It Wise?

When I Drink, I Think; And When I Think, I Drink.