The Ape, Vilest Of Beasts, How Like

Let No One Weep For Me, Or Celebrate My Funeral With Mourning; For I Still Live, As I Pass To And Fro Through The Mouths Of Men.

I Never Indulge In Rhyme Or Stanza Unless I'm In Bed With The Influenza.

He Hath Freedom Whoso Beareth A Clean And Constant Heart Within.

That Is True Liberty, Which Bears A Pure And Firm Breast.

The Victor Is Not Victorious If The Vanquished Does Not Consider Himself So