Times Change. The Vices Of Your Age

Times Change. The Vices Of Your Age Are Stylish Today.

Surely You Do Not Believe In The Gods. What's Your Argument? Where's Your Proof?

Only By Being Suspended Aloft, By Dangling My Mind In The Heavens And Mingling My Rare Thought With The Ethereal Air, Could I Ever Achieve Strict Scientific Accuracy In My Survey Of The Vast Empyrean. Had I Pursued My Inquiries From Down There On The Ground, My Data Would Be Worthless. The Earth, You See, Pulls Down The Delicate Essence Of Thought To Its Own Gross Level.

Let Each Man Exercise The Art He Knows.

Old Age Is Second Childhood.