The Sky Is The Daily Bread Of

Every Ship Is A Romantic Object, Except That We Sail In.

Its The Not The Destination, It's The Journey.

Each Man Has An Aptitude Born With Him. Do Your Work.

Evil Is Merely Privative, Not Absolute: It Is Like Cold, Which Is The Privation Of Beat.

The Mob Is Man Voluntarily Descending To The Nature Of The Beast.