The Best Kind Of Wine Is That

We Live By Reposing Trust In Each Other.

All Men Possess In Their Bodies A Poison Which Acts Upon Serpents; And The Human Saliva, It Is Said, Makes Them Take To Flight, As Though They Had Been Touched With Boiling Water. The Same Substance, It Is Said, Destroys Them The Moment It Enters Their Throat.

Hope Is A Working-man's Dream.

I Think It Is The Most Beautiful And Humane Thing In The World, So To Mingle Gravity With Pleasure That The One May Not Sink Into Melancholy, Nor The Other Rise Up Into Wantonness.

The Happier The Moment The Shorter.