Languages Exist By Arbitrary Institutions And Conventions

Science Without Conscience Is The Soul's Perdition.

Parisians Are So Besotted, So Silly And So Naturally Inept That A Street Player, A Seller Of Indulgences, A Mule With Its Cymbals,a Fiddler In The Middle Of A Crossroads, Will Draw More People Than Would A Good Evangelist Preacher.

If In Your Soil It Takes, To Heaven A Thousand Thousand Thanks Be Given; And Say With France, It Goodly Goes, Where The Pantagruelion Grows.

Go, All Of You Poor People, In The Name Of God The Creator, And Let Him Forever Be Your Guide. And Henceforth, Do Not Be Beguiledby These Idle And Useless Pilgrimages. See To Your Families, And Work, Each One Of You, In Your Vocation, Raise Your Children, And Live As The Good Apostle Paul Teaches You.

Death Is The Vast Perhaps.