Mysteries Are Due To Secrecy.

I Like, You May Say, The Glitter And Colour That Comes From The Mouth, And I've Always Hoped In A Sense To Be Able To Paint The Mouth Like Monet Painted A Sunset.

Wonder Is The Seed Of Knowledge

Nothing Doth So Much Keep Men Out Of The Church, And Drive Men Out Of The Church, As Breach Of Unity.

...to Invent Is To Discover That We Know Not, And Not To Recover Or Resummon That Which We Already Know

Without Friends The World Is But A Wilderness.