I am neither a philosopher nor a poet, to set out upon a wild-goose chase of making myself a different man from what you find me.
As for consequences, what must be must be.

As we brew we must bake.

And so, do you see?
I shall not trouble myself about what is to be, but stand up to it with a stout heart when it comes.

Only this I can tell you, that as long as I find you thrust into my dish every day I shall hate you as bad as senna and valerian.

And damn me, if I do not think I hate you the more for coming to-day in this pragmatical way, when nobody sent for you, on purpose to show how much wiser you are than all the world besides." "Mr.Tyrrel, I have done.