Woe To Him, . . . Who

To The Vulgar Eye, Few Things Are Wonderful That Are Not Distant

Without Oblivion, There Is No Remembrance Possible. When Both Oblivion And Memory Are Wise, When The General Soul Of Man Is Clear, Melodious, True, There May Come A Modern Iliad As Memorial Of The Past.

Rare Benevolence, The Minister Of God.

Speech Is Human, Silence Is Divine, Yet Also Brutish And Dead: Therefore We Must Learn Both Arts.

Nothing Builds Self-esteem And Self-confidence Like Accomplishment.