The art of cookery is the art of poisoning mankind, by rendering the appetite still importunate, when the wants of nature are supplied |
The art of cookery is the art of poisoning mankind, by rendering the appetite still importunate, when the wants of nature are supplied |
The best use one can make of his mind is to distrust it |
The past but lives in written words: a thousand ages were blank if books had not evoked their ghosts, and kept the pale unbodied shades to warn us from fleshless lips. |
There were some who said that a man at the point of death was more free than all others, because death breaks every bond, and over the dead the united world has no power |
There were some who said that a man at the point of death was more free than all others, because death breaks every bond, and over the dead the united world has no power |