How Can I Study From Below, That

The Gods, My Dear Simple Fellow, Are A Mere Expression Coined By Vulgar Superstition. We Frown Upon Such Coinage Here.

Evil Events From Evil Causes Spring.

If You Strike Upon A Thought That Baffles You, Break Off From That Entanglement And Try Another, So Shall Your Wits Be Fresh To Start Again.

Poverty, The Most Fearful Monster That Ever Drew Breath.

Quickly, Bring Me A Beaker Of Wine, So That I May Wet My Mind And Say Something Clever.