Ah, There Are No Children Nowadays.

Folk Whose Own Behavior Is Most Ridiculous Are Always To The Fore In Slandering Others.

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

Malicious Men May Die, But Malice Never.

I Feed On Good Soup, Not Beautiful Language.

Cover That Bosom That I Must Not See: Souls Are Wounded By Such Things.