An Insult Directed At The

The Gods, My Dear Simple Fellow, Are A Mere Expression Coined By Vulgar Superstition. We Frown Upon Such Coinage Here.

Prayers Without Wine Are Perfectly Pointless.

Wealth--the Most Excellent Of All Gods.

It Is Right That The Good Should Be Happy, That The Wicked And The Impious On The Other Hand, Should Be Miserable; That Is A Truth, I Believe, Which No One Will Gainsay.

Comedy Too Can Sometimes Discern What Is Right. I Shall Not Please, But I Shall Say What Is True.