Knowledge Is Not Happiness, And

I Hate All Pain, Given Or Received; We Have Enough Within Us The Meanest Vassal As The Loftiest Monarch, Not To Add To Each Other's Natural Burden Of Mortal Misery.

Since Eve Ate The Apple, Much Depends On Dinner.

A Small Drop Of Ink Makes Thousands, Perhaps Millions... Think.

What's Drinking? A Mere Pause From Thinking!

There Is No Passion, More Spectral Or Fantastical Than Hate, Not Even Its Opposite, Love, So Peoples Air, With Phantoms, As This Madness Of The Heart.