Among These Things, One Thing Seems Certain

In Wine, There's Truth.

The Lust Of Avarice As So Totally Seized Upon Mankind That Their Wealth Seems Rather To Possess Them Than They Possess Their Wealth.

Home Is Where The Heart Is.

The World, And Whatever That Be Which We Call The Heavens, By The Vault Of Which All Things Are Enclosed, We Must Conceive To Be A Deity, To Be Eternal, Without Bounds, Neither Created Nor Subject At Any Time To Destruction. To Inquire What Is Beyond It Is No Concern Of Man; Nor Can The Human Mind Form Any Conjecture Concerning It.

The Desire To Know A Thing Is Heightened By Its Gratification Being Deferred.