All Right-minded People Adore It; And Anyone

I Feed On Good Soup, Not Beautiful Language.

People Can Be Induced To Swallow Anything, Provided It Is Sufficiently Seasoned With Praise.

It Is Good Food And Not Fine Words That Keeps Me Alive.

Without Knowledge, Life Is No More Than The Shadow Of Death

Esteem Must Be Founded On Some Sort Of Preference. Bestow It On Everybody And It Ceases To Have Any Meaning At All.