Given A Choice Between A Folly And

Time Takes Away The Grief Of Men.

They Take Unbelievable Pleasure In The Hideous Blast Of The Hunting Horn And Baying Of The Hounds. Dogs Dung Smells Sweet As Cinnamon To Them.

To Know Nothing Is The Happiest Life.

Invoked Or Not Invoked, The God Is Present.

In Short, No Association Or Alliance Can Be Happy Or Stable Without Me. People Can't Long Tolerate A Ruler, Nor Can A Master His Servant, A Maid Her Mistress, A Teacher His Pupil, A Friend His Friend Nor A Wife Her Husband, A Landlord His Tenant, A Soldier His Comrade Nor A Party-goer His Companion, Unless They Sometimes Have Illusions About Each Other, Make Use Of Flattery, And Have The Sense To Turn A Blind Eye And Sweeten Life For Themselves With The Honey Of Folly.