A Man Is Known By The Books

Ten Percent Of People Can Think, Another Ten Percent Of People Think That They Think, And Eighty Percent Of People Would Rather Die Than Be Made To Think.

The Greatest Gift Is A Portion Of Thyself.

There Are Eyes, To Be Sure, That Give No More Admission Into The Man Than Blueberries.

The Times Are The Masquerade Of The Eternities; Trivial To The Dull, Tokens Of Noble And Majestic Agents To The Wise; The Receptacle In Which The Past Leaves Its History; The Quarry Out Of Which The Genius Of Today Is Building Up The Future.

Even In The Mud And Scum Of Things, Something Always, Always Sings.