To think things out properly and fairly, a fellow's got to be calm and old and toothless: When you're an old gaffer with no teeth, it's easy to say: 'Damn it, boys, you mustn't bite!' But, when you've got all thirty-two teeth.
Nikos Kazantzakis, Carl Wildman (1953). “Zorba the Greek”, p.22, Simon and Schuster
