If you want to see what children can do, you must stop giving them things.
Wine is a precarious aphrodisiac, and its fumes have blighted many a mating.
The business of life is to enjoy oneself; everything else is a mockery.
The pine stays green in winter... wisdom in hardship.
I can find no room in my cosmos for a deity save as a waste product of human weakness, the excrement of the imagination.
Many a man who thinks to found a home discovers that he has merely opened a tavern for his friends.