To Give A Reason For Anything Is

The Player Envies Only The Player, The Poet Envies Only The Poet.

Walk Groundly, Talk Profoundly, Drink Roundly, Sleep Soundly.

Refinement Creates Beauty Everywhere. It Is The Grossness Of The Spectator That Discovers Anything Like Grossness In The Object.

The Multitude Who Require To Be Led, Still Hate Their Leaders.

Mankind Are A Herd Of Knaves And Fools. It Is Necessary To Join The Crowd, Or Get Out Of Their Way, In Order Not To Be Trampled To Death By Them.