And Gentle Winds And Waters Near, Make

All Human History Attests That Happiness For Man, - The Hungry Sinner! - Since Eve Ate Apples, Much Depends On Dinner. ~lord Byron, Don Juan, Canto Xiii, Stanza 99

Fools Are My Theme, Let Satire Be My Song.

I Have Always Believed That All Things Depended Upon Fortune, And Nothing Upon Ourselves.

Like To The Apples On The Dead Sea's Shore, All Ashes To The Taste.

Ah, Nut-brown Partridges! Ah, Brilliant Pheasants! And Ah, Ye Poachers!--'tis No Sport For Peasants.