No Great Man Is Ever Born Too

I Can Find No Room In My Cosmos For A Deity Save As A Waste Product Of Human Weakness, The Excrement Of The Imagination.

To Find A Friend One Must Close One Eye. To Keep Him...two.

Wine Is A Precarious Aphrodisiac, And Its Fumes Have Blighted Many A Mating.

People Who Have Reformed Themselves Has Contributed Their Full Share Towards The Reformation Of Their Neighbor.

Education Is A State-controlled Manufactory Of Echoes.