The Scandal Of The World Is What

All Extremes Does Perfect Reason Flee, And Wishes To Be Wise Quite Soberly.

It Is Good Food And Not Fine Words That Keeps Me Alive.

We Live Under A Prince Who Is An Enemy To Fraud, A Prince Whose Eyes Penetrate Into The Heart, And Whom All The Art Of Impostors Can't Deceive.

Betrayed And Wronged In Everything, I’ll Flee This Bitter World Where Vice Is King, And Seek Some Spot Unpeopled And Apart Where I’ll Be Free To Have An Honest Heart. - Molière, The Misanthrope

No Matter What Aristotle And The Philosophers Say, Nothing Is Equal To Tobacco; It's The Passion Of The Well-bred, And He Who Lives Without Tobacco Lives A Life Not Worth Living.