The Soil Of Their Native Land Is

Though Silence Is Not Necessarily An Admission, It Is Not A Denial, Either.

Our Minds Are Rendered Buoyant By Exercise.

Cicero Is Dead! Cicero Is Born! The Laughter Has Filled Me, Filled Me So Very Completely. I Am The Laughter. I Am The Jester. The Soul That Has Served As My Constant Companion For So Long Has Breached The Veil Of The Void Finally And Forever. It Is Now In Me. It Is Me. The World Has Seen The Last Of Cicero The Man. Behold Cicero, Fool Of Hearts - Laughter Incarnate!

What An Ugly Beast The Ape, And How Like Us.

There Is Nothing So Charming As The Knowledge Of Literature; Of That Branch Of Literature, I Mean, Which Enables Us To Discover The Infinity Of Things, The Immensity Of Nature, The Heavens, The Earth, And The Seas; This Is That Branch Which Has Taught Us Religion, Moderation, Magnanimity, And That Has Rescued The Soul From Obscurity; To Make Her See All Things Above And Below, First And Last, And Between Both; It Is This That Furnishes Us Wherewith To Live Well And Happily, And Guides Us To Pass Our Lives Without Displeasure And Without Offence.