He Makes His Cook His Merit, And

When We Are Understood, We Always Speak Well, And Then All Your Fine Diction Serves No Purpose.

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

Beauty Without Intelligence Is Like A Hook Without Bait.

Time Has Nothing To Do With The Matter.

They [zealots] Would Have Everybody Be As Blind As Themselves: To Them, To Be Clear-sighted Is Libertinism.