The All Of Things Is An Infinite

Is Not Every Meanest Day The Confluence Of Two Eternities?

Poetry Is The Attempt Which Man Makes To Render His Existence Harmonious.

Neither In Tailoring Nor In Legislating Does Man Proceed By Mere Accident.

The Genuine Essence Of Truth Never Dies.

Language Is Called The Garment Of Thought: However, It Should Rather Be, Language Is The Flesh-garment, The Body, Of Thought.