All Theory, My Friend, Is Grey, But

Properly Speaking, We Learn From Those Books Only That We Cannot Judge. The Author Of A Book That I Am Competent To Criticise Would Have To Learn From Me.

The Rich Want Good Wine, The Poor, Plenty Of Wine

We Are Never Deceived; We Deceive Ourselves.

The Flowers Are Full Of Honey, But Only The Bee Finds Out The Sweetness.

In Comradeship Is Danger Countered Best.