Ah, Beer, My One Weakness.

Immortals Are Never Alien To One Another.

My Hour At Last Has Come; Yet Not Ingloriously Or Passively I Die, But First Will Do Some Valiant Deed, Of Which Mankind Shall Hear In After Time.

For When Two Join In The Same Adventure, One Perceives Before The Other How They Ought To Act; While One Alone, However Prompt, Resolves More Tardily And With A Weaker Will.

I'm Not A Bath Man Myself. More Of A Cologne Man.

The Melancholy Joys Of Evils Pass'd, For He Who Much Has Suffer'd, Much Will Know.