Reproach is infinite, and knows no end So voluble a weapon is the tongue; Wounded, we wound; and neither side can fail For every man has equal strength to rail.

Content to follow when we lead the way.

All right, let's not panic. I'll make the money by selling one of my livers. I can get by with one.

The wine urges me on, the bewitching wine, which sets even a wise man to singing and to laughing gently and rouses him up to dance and brings forth words which were better unspoken.

Singing is the lowest form of communication.

Without TV, it's hard to know when one day ends and another begins.

Wine gives strength to weary men.