I May Climb Perhaps To No Great

I May Climb Perhaps To No Great Heights, But I Will Climb Alone.

We Have Observed For Thirty Centuries That A Large Nose Is A Sign On The Door Of Our Face That Says 'herein Dwells A Man Who Is Intelligent, Prudent, Courteous, Affable, Noble-minded And Generous'. A Small Nose Is A Cork On The Bottle Of The Opposite Vices.

A Kiss Is A Rosy Dot Over The 'i' Of Loving.

Luckless Is The Country In Which The Symbols Of Procreation Are The Objects Of Shame, While The Agents Of Destruction Are Honored! And Yet You Call That Member Your Pudendum, Or Shameful Part, As If There Were Anything More Glorious Than Creating Life, Or Anything More Atrocious Than Taking It Away.

A Man Contains All That Is Needed To Make Up A Tree; Likewise, A Tree Contains All That Is Needed To Make Up A Man. Thus, Finally, All Things Meet In All Things, But We Need A Prometheus To Distill It.