Music wasn't made to make us wise, but better natured.
Clothes form the intellect of the dandy.
Fashion makes fools of some, sinners of others, and slaves of all.
Our continual desire for praise ought to convince us of our mortality, if nothing else will.
Sekts and creeds ov religion, are like pocket compesses, good enuff tu pinte out the direction, but the nearer the pole yu git thewuss tha wurk.
If mankind were only just what they pretend to be, the problem of the millennium would be immediately solved.