The Old Are In A Second Childhood.

Surely You Do Not Believe In The Gods. What's Your Argument? Where's Your Proof?

The Truth Is Forced Upon Us, Very Quickly, By A Foe.

Women, You Overheated Dipsomaniacs, Never Passing Up A Chance To Wangle A Drink, A Great Boon To Bartenders But A Bane To Us--not To Mention Our Crockery And Our Woolens!

Shall I Crack Any Of Those Old Jokes, Master, At Which The Audience Never Fail To Laugh?

High Thoughts Must Have High Language.