There Is, To Be Sure, No Evil

All Men Possess In Their Bodies A Poison Which Acts Upon Serpents; And The Human Saliva, It Is Said, Makes Them Take To Flight, As Though They Had Been Touched With Boiling Water. The Same Substance, It Is Said, Destroys Them The Moment It Enters Their Throat.

True Glory Consists In Doing What Deserves To Be Written, And Writing What Deserves To Be Read.

Their Best And Most Wholesome Feeding Is Upon One Dish And No More And The Same Plaine And Simple: For Surely This Hudling Of Many Meats One Upon Another Of Divers Tastes Is Pestiferous. But Sundrie Sauces Are More Dangerous Than That.

Amid The Sufferings Of Life On Earth, Suicide Is God's Best Gift To Man.

His Only Fault Is That He Has No Fault.