“Come on, gentleman; let us drink to our stupidity.”

“Come, let us drink the last raindrop tears from a narcissus cup and fill our souls with the songs of larks.”

“Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.”

“Suppose, gentleman, that man is not stupid.”

“Come to us and quackle and quank. Relieve us of our stirrings With your fangs so sharp and bright Take this blood that's always purring. Through our hollow bones it flows To each feather and downy fluff. Quell the terrible, horrid urge that so often prinkles us, Still our dreams, make slow our thoughts Let tranquillity flood our veins. Come to us and drink your fill So we might end our pains. - The Owls at St. Aegolius calling to the bats”

“Wealth is good, and if it comes our way we will take it; but a gentleman does not sell himself for wealth.”