The Pine Stays Green In Winter... Wisdom

Never Take A Solemn Oath. People Think You Mean It.

You Can Tell The Ideals Of A Nation By Its Advertisements.

I Can Find No Room In My Cosmos For A Deity Save As A Waste Product Of Human Weakness, The Excrement Of The Imagination.

The Sublimity Of Wisdom Is To Do Those Things Living, Which Are To Be Desired When Dying.

Wine Is A Precarious Aphrodisiac, And Its Fumes Have Blighted Many A Mating.