I Hate When Vice Can Bolt Her

By Night The Glass Of Galileo ... Observes Imagin'd Land And Regions In The Moon.

And What The People But A Herd Confus'd, A Miscellaneous Rabble, Who Extol Things Vulgar, And, Well Weigh'd, Scarce Worth The Praise? They Praise, And They Admire, They Know Not What; And Know Not Whom, But As One Leads The Other; And What Delight To Be By Such Extoll'd, To Live Upon Their Tongues, And Be Their Talk, Of Whom To Be Disprais'd Were No Small Praise?

No Man Who Knows Aught, Can Be So Stupid To Deny That All Men Naturally Were Born Free.

Biochemically, Love Is Just Like Eating Large Amounts Of Chocolate.

Consider First, That Great Or Bright Infers Not Excellence.