Could We Perfect Human Nature, We Might

Character Is Constructed Amidst The Tempests Of The World

One Errs As Long As One Strives.

Words Are Mere Sound And Smoke, Dimming The Heavenly Light.

If You Wish To Advance Into The Infinite, Explore The Finite In All Directions.

Some People Spend The Day In Complaining Of A Headache, And The Night In Drinking The Wine That Gives It.