One Bush, They Say, Can Never Hide

Have You Ever, Looking Up, Seen A Cloud Like To A Centaur, A Part, Or A Wolf, Or A Bull?

Mix And Knead Together All The State Business As You Do For Your Sausages. To Win The People, Always Cook Them Some Savory That Pleases Them.

Old Age Is Second Childhood.

Let Each Man Exercise The Art He Knows.

Weak Mortals, Chained To The Earth, Creatures Of Clay As Frail As The Foliage Of The Woods, You Unfortunate Race, Whose Life Is But Darkness, As Unreal As A Shadow, The Illusion Of A Dream.