Let The River Roll Which Way It

The Populace Drags Down The Gods To Their Own Level.

At The Gates Of The Forest, The Surprised Man Of The World Is Forced To Leave His City Estimates Of Great And Small, Wise And Foolish.

Science Does Not Know Its Debt To Imagination.

Talent May Frolic And Juggle; Genius Realizes And Adds.

The Finished Man Of The World Must Eat Of Every Apple At Once. He Must Hold His Hatreds Also At Arm's Length, And Not Remember Spite. He Has Neither Friends Nor Enemies, But Values Men Only As Channels Of Power.