Let Each Man Exercise The Art He

If You Strike Upon A Thought That Baffles You, Break Off From That Entanglement And Try Another, So Shall Your Wits Be Fresh To Start Again.

The Gods, My Dear Simple Fellow, Are A Mere Expression Coined By Vulgar Superstition. We Frown Upon Such Coinage Here.

Thou Shouldst Not Decide Until Thou Hast Heard What Both Have To Say.

Prayers Without Wine Are Perfectly Pointless.

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.