When A Building Is About To Fall

Home Is Where The Heart Is.

Our Civilization Depends Largely On Paper.

It Has Become Quite A Common Proverb That In Wine There Is Truth (in Vino Veritas).

The World, And Whatever That Be Which We Call The Heavens, By The Vault Of Which All Things Are Enclosed, We Must Conceive To Be A Deity, To Be Eternal, Without Bounds, Neither Created Nor Subject At Any Time To Destruction. To Inquire What Is Beyond It Is No Concern Of Man; Nor Can The Human Mind Form Any Conjecture Concerning It.

This Only Is Certain, That There Is Nothing Certain.