Open Your Mind Before Your Mouth

Your Lost Friends Are Not Dead, But Gone Before, Advanced A Stage Or Two Upon That Road Which You Must Travel In The Steps They Trod.

Children Have A Master To Teach Them, Grown-ups Have The Poets.

Today Things Are Better Than Yesterday.

Does It Seem That Everything Is Extravagance In The World, Or Rather Madness, When You Watch The Way Things Go? A Crowd Of Rogues Enjoy Blessings They Have Won By Sheer Injustice, While More Honest Folks Are Miserable And Die Of Hunger.

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