He Who Goes Against The

An Improper Mind Is A Perpetual Feast.

Youth Is The Time For Adventures Of The Body, But Age For The Triumphs Of The Mind.

All Our Lives We Are Putting Pennies — Our Most Golden Pennies — Into Penny-in-the-slot Machines That Are Almost Always Empty.

Our Names Are Labels, Plainly Printed On The Bottled Essence Of Our Past Behavior.

Those Who Talk On The Razor-edge Of Double-meanings Pluck The Rarest Blooms From The Precipice On Either Side.