Hungry Bellies Have No Cars.

If You Say To Me: "master, It Would Seem That You Weren't Too Terribly Wise To Have Written These Bits Of Nonsense And Pleasant Mockeries," I Respond That You Are Hardly More So In Finding Amusement In Reading Them.

You Have No Obligation Under The Sun Other Than To Discover Your Real Needs, To Fulfill Them, And To Rejoice In Doing So.

The Deed Will Be Accomplished With The Least Amount Of Bloodshed Possible, And, If Possible ..., We'll Save All The Souls And Send Them Happily Off To Their Abode.

Machination Is Worth More Than Force.

Hungry Bellies Have No Ears. [fr., La Ventre Affame N'point D'oreilles.]