I Would Treat Her Like An Egg,

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.

Open Your Mind Before Your Mouth

You Cannot Teach A Crab To Walk Straight.

First Listen, My Friend, And Then You May Shriek And Bluster.

No Man Is Really Honest; None Of Us Is Above The Influence Of Gain.