You Can't Have Anything Else To Say:

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.

A Fox Is Subtlety Itself.

Mix And Knead Together All The State Business As You Do For Your Sausages. To Win The People, Always Cook Them Some Savory That Pleases Them.

The Children Now Love Luxury; They Have Bad Manners, Contempt For Authority; They Show Disrespect For Elders And Love Chatter In Place Of Exercise. Children Are Now Tyrants, Not The Servants Of Their Households. They No Longer Rise When Elders Enter The Room. They Contradict Their Parents, Chatter Before Company, Gobble Up Dainties At The Table, Cross Their Legs, And Tyrannize Their Teachers.

Weak Mortals, Chained To The Earth, Creatures Of Clay As Frail As The Foliage Of The Woods, You Unfortunate Race, Whose Life Is But Darkness, As Unreal As A Shadow, The Illusion Of A Dream.