When The Soldier Returns From The Wars,

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.

You're Mistaken; Men Of Sense Often Learn Much From Their Enemies. Prudence Is The Best Safeguard. This Principle Cannot Be Learnt From A Friend: But An Enemy Extorts It Immediately. It Is From Their Foes And Not Their Friends, That Cities Learn The Lesson Of Building High Walls And Ships Of War. And This Lesson Saves Their Children, Their Homes, And Their Properties.

Old Age Is Second Childhood.

Full Of Wiles, Full Of Guile, At All Times, In All Ways, Are The Children Of Men.

I Would Treat Her Like An Egg, The Shell Of Which We Remove Before Eating It; I Would Take Off Her Mask And Then Kiss Her Pretty Face.