Where We Stand Is Not As Important

To Rest Upon A Formula Is A Slumber That, Prolonged, Means Death.

Blood Is A Destiny. One's Genius Descends In The Stream From Long Lines Of Ancestry.

There Are Many Things Which We Can Afford To Forget Which It Is Yet Well To Learn.

The Minute A Phrase, Becomes Current, It Becomes An Apology For Not Thinking Accurately To The End Of The Sentence.

And Silence, Like A Poultice, Comes To Heal The Blows Of Sound.