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He Who Has Not Been At A Tavern Knows Not What A Paradise It Is. O Holy Tavern! O Miraculous Tavern! - Holy, Because No Carking Cares Are There, Nor Weariness, Nor Pain; And Miraculous, Because Of The Spits, Which Themselves Turn Round And Round!

I Love You, And Because I Love You, I Would Sooner Have You Hate Me For Telling You The Truth Than Adore Me For Telling You Lies.

I Am, Indeed, A King, Because I Know How To Rule Myself.

Nature Without Exercise Is A Seed Shut Up In A Pod, And Art Without Practice Is Nothing.

They Merit More Praise Who Know How To Suffer Misery Than Those Who Temper Themselves In Contentment.