Our Best Thoughts Come From

There Was Never Anything That Did Not Proceed From A Thought.

The Solid, Solid Universe Is Pervious To Love; With Bandaged Eyes He Never Errs, Around, Below, Above. His Blinding Light He Flingeth White On God's And Satan's Brood, And Reconciles By Mystic Wiles The Evil And The Good.

Love Is Like Wildflowers; It's Often Found In The Most Unlikely Places.

Better Be A Nettle In The Side Of Your Friend Than His Echo.

Government Has Been A Fossil: It Should Be A Plant.