His Only Fault Is That He Has

The Best Kind Of Wine Is That Which Is Most Pleasant To Him Who Drinks It.

The Depth Of Darkness To Which You Can Descend And Still Live Is An Exact Measure Of The Height To Which You Can Aspire To Reach.

Lust Is An Enemy To The Purse, A Foe To The Person, A Canker To The Mind, A Corrosive To The Conscience, A Weakness Of The Wit, A Besotter Of The Senses, And Finally, A Mortal Bane To All The Body.

The Brain Is The Citadel Of Sense Perception.

Man Naturally Yearns For Novelty.