Prayers Without Wine Are Perfectly Pointless.

Your Lost Friends Are Not Dead, But Gone Before, Advanced A Stage Or Two Upon That Road Which You Must Travel In The Steps They Trod.

One Must Not Try To Trick Misfortune, But Resign Oneself To It With Good Grace.

You Cannot Teach A Crab To Walk Straight.

Even If You Persuade Me, You Won’t Persuade Me.

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.