Aspiration Sees Only One Side Of Every

The Thing We Long For, That We Are For One Transcendent Moment.

Fortune Is The Rod Of The Weak, And The Staff Of The Brave.

In The Ocean Of Baseness, The Deeper We Get, The Easier The Sinking.

It Is Mediocrity Which Makes Laws And Sets Mantraps And Spring-guns In The Realm Of Free Song, Saying Thus Far Shalt Thou Go And No Further.

No Mud Can Soil Us But The Mud We Throw.