Hunger Knows No Friend But Its Feeder.

Only By Being Suspended Aloft, By Dangling My Mind In The Heavens And Mingling My Rare Thought With The Ethereal Air, Could I Ever Achieve Strict Scientific Accuracy In My Survey Of The Vast Empyrean. Had I Pursued My Inquiries From Down There On The Ground, My Data Would Be Worthless. The Earth, You See, Pulls Down The Delicate Essence Of Thought To Its Own Gross Level.

Comedy Too Can Sometimes Discern What Is Right. I Shall Not Please, But I Shall Say What Is True.

Does It Seem That Everything Is Extravagance In The World, Or Rather Madness, When You Watch The Way Things Go? A Crowd Of Rogues Enjoy Blessings They Have Won By Sheer Injustice, While More Honest Folks Are Miserable And Die Of Hunger.

The Love Of Wine Is A Good Man's Failing.

High Thoughts Must Have High Language.