You Cannot Teach A Crab

Weak Mortals, Chained To The Earth, Creatures Of Clay As Frail As The Foliage Of The Woods, You Unfortunate Race, Whose Life Is But Darkness, As Unreal As A Shadow, The Illusion Of A Dream.

The Children Now Love Luxury; They Have Bad Manners, Contempt For Authority; They Show Disrespect For Elders And Love Chatter In Place Of Exercise. Children Are Now Tyrants, Not The Servants Of Their Households. They No Longer Rise When Elders Enter The Room. They Contradict Their Parents, Chatter Before Company, Gobble Up Dainties At The Table, Cross Their Legs, And Tyrannize Their Teachers.

Meton (astronomer In 5th Century Bc): With The Straight Ruler I Set To Work To Make The Circle Four-cornered .

If I Get Clear Of My Debts, I Care Not Though Men Call Me Bold, Glib Of Tongue, Audacious, Impudent, Shameless, A Fabricator Of Falsehoods, Inventor Of Words, Practised In Lawsuits, A Pettifogger, A Rattle, A Fox, A Sharper, A Knave, A Dissembler, A Slippery Fellow, An Imposter, A Rogue That Deserves The Cat-o-nine-tails, A Blackguard, A Twister, A Licker-up Of Hashes; They Call All This When They Meet Me, If They Please, I Care Not.

Comedy Is Allied To Justice.