It Is Raining Bombs On The House

If Your Little Savage Were Left To Himself And Be Allowed To Retain All His Ignorance, He Would In Time Join The Infant's Reasoning To The Grown Man's Passion, He Would Strangle His Father And Sleep With His Mother.

Bad Company Is As Instructive As Licentiousness. One Makes Up For The Loss Of One's Innocence With The Loss Of One's Prejudices.

You Can Be Sure That A Painter Reveals Himself In His Work As Much As And More Than A Writer Does In His.

Are We Not Madder Than Those First Inhabitants Of The Plain Of Sennar? We Know That The Distance Separating The Earth From The Sky Is Infinite, And Yet We Do Not Stop Building Our Tower.

Genius Is Present In Every Age, But The Men Carrying It Within Them Remain Benumbed Unless Extraordinary Events Occur To Heat Up And Melt The Mass So That It Flows Forth.