A Witty Statesman Said, You

All True Work Is Sacred.

It Is A Mathematical Fact That The Casting Of This Pebble From My Hand Alters The Centre Of Gravity Of The Universe.

All Work Is As Seed Sown; It Grows And Spreads, And Sows Itself Anew.

That Monstrous Tuberosity Of Civilised Life, The Capital Of England.

Blessed Be The God's Voice; For It Is True, And Falsehoods Have To Cease Before It!