History Has To Be Rewritten Because History

Every Calling Is Great When Greatly Pursued.

Systems Die; Instincts Remain.

When A Man Holds His Tongue It Does Not Signify Much. But When A Woman Dispenses With The Office Of The Mighty Member, When She Sheathed Her Natural Weapon At A Trying Moment, It Means That She Trusts To Still More Formidable Enginery; To Tears It May Be, A Solvent More Powerful Than That With Which Hannibal Softened The Alpine Rocks.

No Generalization Is Wholly True—not Even This One.

Old Age Is Like An Opium Dream. Nothing Seems Real Except The Unreal.