Perpetual Modernism Is The Measure Of Merit

The Solid, Solid Universe Is Pervious To Love; With Bandaged Eyes He Never Errs, Around, Below, Above. His Blinding Light He Flingeth White On God's And Satan's Brood, And Reconciles By Mystic Wiles The Evil And The Good.

Wise Men Are Not Wise At All Hours, And Will Speak Five Times From Their Taste Or Their Humor, To Once From Their Reason.

There Is No Man Of Nature's Worth In The Circle Of The Earth.

A Nation Never Falls But By Suicide.

Nothing Is Beneath You If It Is In The Direction Of Your Life.