To Know, To Think, To Dream. That

I Love All Men Who Think, Even Those Who Think Otherwise Than Myself.

To Think Of Shadows Is A Serious Thing.

The Left-handed Are Precious; They Take Places Which Are Inconvenient For The Rest.

Our Life Dreams The Utopia. Our Death Achieves The Ideal.

Upon The First Goblet He Read This Inscription, Monkey Wine; Upon The Second, Lion Wine; Upon The Third, Sheep Wine; Upon The Fourth, Swine Wine. These Four Inscriptions Expressed The Four Descending Degrees Of Drunkenness: The First, That Which Enlivens; The Second, That Which Irritates; The Third, That Which Stupefies; Finally The Last, That Which Brutalizes.