Can Anybody Remember When The Times Were

By Necessity, By Proclivity, And By Delight, We All Quote.

The Religions We Call False Were Once True.

He Who Travels In Search Of Something Which He Has Not Got, Travels Away From Himself And Grows Old Even In Youth Among Old Things.

Knowledge Is The Knowing That We Cannot Know.

Without The Great Arts Which Speak To The Sense Of Beauty, A Man Seems To Me A Poor, Naked, Shivering Creature. These Are His Becoming Draperies, Which Warm And Adorn Him.