I Like Better For One To Say

This Root [the Potato], No Matter How Much You Prepare It, Is Tasteless And Floury. It Cannot Pass For An Agreeable Food, But It Supplies A Food Sufficiently Abundant And Sufficiently Healthy For Men Who Ask Only To Sustain Themselves. The Potato Is Criticized With Reason For Being Windy, But What Matters Windiness For The Vigorous Organisms Of Peasants And Laborers?

Anyone Who Takes It Upon Himself, On His Private Authority, To Break A Bad Law, Thereby Authorizes Everyone Else To Break The Good Ones.

There Is No Good Father Who Would Want To Resemble Our Heavenly Father.

Mankind Have Banned The Divinity From Their Presence; They Have Relegated Him To A Sanctuary; The Walls Of The Temple Restrict His View; He Does Not Exist Outside Of It.

La Poe Sie Veutquelque Chose D'e Norme, Debarbare Et De Sauvage. Poetry Needs Something On The Scale Of The Grand, The Barbarous, The Savage.