When Men Drink, Then They Are Rich

Under Every Stone Lurks A Politician.

To Plunder, To Lie, To Show Your Arse, Are Three Essentials For Climbing High.

Only By Being Suspended Aloft, By Dangling My Mind In The Heavens And Mingling My Rare Thought With The Ethereal Air, Could I Ever Achieve Strict Scientific Accuracy In My Survey Of The Vast Empyrean. Had I Pursued My Inquiries From Down There On The Ground, My Data Would Be Worthless. The Earth, You See, Pulls Down The Delicate Essence Of Thought To Its Own Gross Level.

It Is Right That The Good Should Be Happy, That The Wicked And The Impious On The Other Hand, Should Be Miserable; That Is A Truth, I Believe, Which No One Will Gainsay.

A Fox Is Subtlety Itself.