Deal In Our Privacy With The Last

We Sometimes Meet An Original Gentleman, Who, If Manners Had Not Existed, Would Have Invented Them.

'tis A Short Sight To Limit Our Faith In Laws To Those Of Gravity, Of Chemistry, Of Botany, And So Forth. Those Laws Do Not Stop Where Our Eyes Lose Them, But Push The Same Geometry And Chemistry Up Into The Invisible Plane Of Social And Rational Life, So That, Look Where We Will, In A Boy's Game, Or In The Strifes Of Races, A Perfect Reaction, A Perpetual Judgment Keeps Watch And Ward.

What We Seek We Shall Find; What We Flee From Flees From Us.

There Is No King Or Sovereign State That Can Fix A Hero's Rate; Each To All Is Venerable.

It All Begins When The Soul Would Have Its Way With You.