The Truth Is Forced Upon Us, Very

Ah! The Generals! They Are Numerous, But Not Good For Much!

Let Each Man Exercise The Art He Knows.

Even If You Persuade Me, You Won’t Persuade Me.

If You Strike Upon A Thought That Baffles You, Break Off From That Entanglement And Try Another, So Shall Your Wits Be Fresh To Start Again.

Quickly, Bring Me A Beaker Of Wine, So That I May Wet My Mind And Say Something Clever.