Prayers Without Wine Are Perfectly Pointless.

Evil Events From Evil Causes Spring, And What You Suffer Flows From What You've Done.

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

Shall I Crack Any Of Those Old Jokes, Master, At Which The Audience Never Fail To Laugh?

There Is No Beast, No Rush Of Fire, Like Woman So Untamed. She Calmly Goes Her Way Where Even Panthers Would Be Shamed.

[y]ou Possess All The Attributes Of A Demagogue; A Screeching, Horrible Voice, A Perverse, Crossgrained Nature And The Language Of The Market-place. In You All Is United Which Is Needful For Governing.