The Beginning Sets The Rules.

I Was Once In Love With Books. Now They Go Their Way And I Go Mine.

Belief Forages, Moving From Pasture To Pasture.

I Am Now Old Enough To Make Common Cause With My Predecessors Against My Successors.

Rereading, We Find A New Book.

No Matter How Close Thought Sticks To The Actual, It Follows Its Own Rules.