...there is no folly of the beast of the earth which is not infinitely outdone by the madness of men. - Herman Melville

What troops
Of generous boys in happiness thus bred — Saturnians through life's Tempe led,
Went from the North and came from the South,
With golden mottoes in the mouth,
To lie down midway on a bloody bed.

A man thinks that by mouthing hard words he understands hard things.

Will you, or will you not, quit me?' I now demanded in a sudden passion, advancing close to him.
'I would prefer not to quit you', he replied, gently emphasizing the not.