If We Live Truly, We Shall See

Welcome Back My Friends To The Show That Never Ends. We're So Glad You Could Attend, Come Inside, Come Inside.

Curiosity Is Lying In Wait For Every Secret.

We Are The Children Of Many Sires, And Every Drop Of Blood In Us In Its Turn Betrays Its Ancestor.

A Rush Of Thoughts Is The Only Conceivable Prosperity That Can Come To Us.

Is The Parent Better Than The Child Into Whom He Has Cast His Ripened Being? Whence, Then, This Worship Of The Past?