Desire Is Poison At Lunch

He Who Has Not Been At A Tavern Knows Not What A Paradise It Is. O Holy Tavern! O Miraculous Tavern! - Holy, Because No Carking Cares Are There, Nor Weariness, Nor Pain; And Miraculous, Because Of The Spits, Which Themselves Turn Round And Round!

We Are The Buffoons Of Our Children.

Why Should I Be Ashamed To Describe What Nature Was Not Ashamed To Create?

What Evil Is There In Seeing A Man Possess A Woman? Why, The Beasts Would Be More Free Than We!

Angry Men Are Blind And Foolish, For Reason At Such Time Takes Flight And, In Her Absence; Wrath Plunders All The Riches Of The Intellect, While The Judgment Remains The Prisoner Of Its Own Pride.