No, Sir, Claret Is The Liquor For

What A Curious Creature Is Man; With What A Variety Of Powers And Faculties Is He Endued; Yet How Easily Is He Disturbed And Put Out Of Order.

O Charitable Philosopher, I Beg You To Help Me. My Mind Is Weak But My Soul Is Strong. Kindle That Soul, And The Sacred Fire Shall Never Be Extinguished.

Drinking Is In Reality An Occupation Which Employs A Considerable Portion Of The Time Of Many People; And To Conduct It In The Most Rational And Agreeable Manner Is One Of The Great Arts Of Living.

If Venereal Delight And The Power Of Propagating The Species Were Permitted Only To The Virtuous, It Would Make The World Very Good.

Buffon, Who, With All His Theoretical Ingenuity And Extraordinary Eloquence, I Suspect Had Little Actual Information In The Science On Which He Wrote So Admirably For Instance, He Tells Us That The Cow Sheds Her Horns Every Two Years; A Most Palpable Error. ... It Is Wonderful That Buffon Who Lived So Much In The Country At His Noble Seat Should Have Fallen Into Such A Blunder I Suppose He Has Confounded The Cow With The Deer.