Time Is A Brisk Wind, For Each

This Process Is Alchemy: Its Founder Is The Smith Vulcan.

Alterius Non Sit Qui Suus Esse Potest. (let No Man Belong To Another That Can Belong To Himself.)

Man Is Ill Because He Is Never Still.

When A Man Undertakes To Create Something, He Establishes A New Heaven, As It Were, And From It The Work That He Desires To Create Flows Into Him... For Such Is The Immensity Of Man That He Is Greater Than Heaven And Earth.

Anyone Who Imagines That All Fruits Ripen At The Same Time As The Strawberries Knows Nothing About Grapes.