Adventures Are To The Adventurous.

There Is No Index Of Character So Sure As The Voice.

All Paradise Opens! Let Me Die Eating Ortolans To The Sound Of Soft Music!

Damn Your Principles! Stick To Your Party.

Taste, When Once Obtained, May Be Said To Be No Acquiring Faculty, And Must Remain Stationary; But Knowledge Is Of Perpetual Growth And Has Infinite Demands. Taste, Like An Artificial Canal, Winds Through A Beautiful Country, But Its Borders Are Confined And Its Term Is Limited. Knowledge Navigates The Ocean, And Is Perpetually On Voyages Of Discovery.

As For Our Majority... One Is Enough.