There's Nothing People Can't Contrive To Praise

Human Weakness Is To Desire To Know What One Does Not Want To Know.

Unreasonable Haste Is The Direct Road To Error.

Music And Dance Are All You Need.

Then Worms Shall Try That Long Preserved Virginity, And Your Quaint Honor Turn To Dust, And Into Ashes All My Lust. The Grave's A Fine And Private Place But None, I Think, Do There Embrace.

Everything That's Prose Isn't Verse And Everything That Isn't Verse Is Prose. Now You See What It Is To Be A Scholar!