There Is No Honest Man! Not One,

Prayers Without Wine Are Perfectly Pointless.

Only By Being Suspended Aloft, By Dangling My Mind In The Heavens And Mingling My Rare Thought With The Ethereal Air, Could I Ever Achieve Strict Scientific Accuracy In My Survey Of The Vast Empyrean. Had I Pursued My Inquiries From Down There On The Ground, My Data Would Be Worthless. The Earth, You See, Pulls Down The Delicate Essence Of Thought To Its Own Gross Level.

A Man's Homeland Is Wherever He Prospers.

Hunger Knows No Friend But Its Feeder.

Times Change. The Vices Of Your Age Are Stylish Today.