Meton (astronomer In 5th Century Bc): With

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.

Let Each Man Exercise The Art He Knows.

I Saw A Cavalry Captain Buy Vegetable Soup On Horseback. He Carried The Whole Mess Home In His Helmet.

This Is What Extremely Grieves Us, That A Man Who Never Fought Should Contrive Our Fees To Pilfer, On Who For His Native Land Never To This Day Had Oar, Or Lance, Or Blister In His Hand.

You Can't Have Anything Else To Say: You've Poured Out Every Drop Of What You Know.