A Talent For Repartee Is

The Finger Of The Atheists' Own Divinity, Reason, Wrote On The Wall The Appalling Judgments That There Is No God; That The Universe Is Only Matter In Spontaneous Motion; And, Most Grievous Word Of All, That What Men Call Their Souls Die With The Death Of The Body, As Music Dies When The Strings Are Broken.

A Terrible Animal, Indeed, Is An Unbridled Woman.

In Gaul Were Two Orders, The Nobility And The Priesthood, While The People, Says Caesar, Were All Slaves.

Monuments! What Are They? The Very Pyramids Have Forgotten Their Builders, Or To Whom They Were Dedicated. Deeds, Not Stones, Are The True Monuments Of The Great.

A Talent For Repartee Is One That Increases With Practice.