Eats First, Morals After.

What Happens To The Hole When The Cheese Is Gone?

You May Proclaim, Good Sirs, Your Fine Philosophy But Till You Feed Us, Right And Wrong Can Wait!

The Rain Never Falls Upwards. When The Wound Stops Hurting What Hurts Is The Scar.

Unhappy The Land That Is In Need Of Heroes.

What Rapture, Oh, It Is To Know A Good Thing When You See It And Having Seen A Good Thing, Oh, What Rapture 'tis To Flee It.