Hungry Bellies Have No Cars.

How Comes It That You Curse, Frere Jean? It's Only, Said The Monk, In Order To Embellish My Language. They Are The Colors Of Ciceronian Rhetoric.

How Shall I Be Able To Rule Over Others, That Have Not Full Power And Command Of Myself?

How Do You Know Antiquity Was Foolish? How Do You Know The Present Is Wise? Who Made It Foolish? Who Made It Wise?

The Belly Has No Ears Nor Is It To Be Filled With Fair Words.

Ignorance Is The Mother Of All Evils.