No Man Is Really Honest;

You Cannot Teach A Crab To Walk Straight.

[y]ou [man] Are Fool Enough, It Seems, To Dare To War With [woman=] Me, When For Your Faithful Ally You Might Win Me Easily.

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

What Unlooked-for Things Do Happen, To Be Sure, In A Long Life!

Only By Being Suspended Aloft, By Dangling My Mind In The Heavens And Mingling My Rare Thought With The Ethereal Air, Could I Ever Achieve Strict Scientific Accuracy In My Survey Of The Vast Empyrean. Had I Pursued My Inquiries From Down There On The Ground, My Data Would Be Worthless. The Earth, You See, Pulls Down The Delicate Essence Of Thought To Its Own Gross Level.