High Thoughts Must Have High Language.

You Will Never Make The Crab Walk Straight.

Surely You Do Not Believe In The Gods. What's Your Argument? Where's Your Proof?

High Thoughts Must Have High Language.

Only By Being Suspended Aloft, By Dangling My Mind In The Heavens And Mingling My Rare Thought With The Ethereal Air, Could I Ever Achieve Strict Scientific Accuracy In My Survey Of The Vast Empyrean. Had I Pursued My Inquiries From Down There On The Ground, My Data Would Be Worthless. The Earth, You See, Pulls Down The Delicate Essence Of Thought To Its Own Gross Level.

Mix And Knead Together All The State Business As You Do For Your Sausages. To Win The People, Always Cook Them Some Savory That Pleases Them.