If You Join The Rat Race —

The Finest Plans Have Always Been Spoiled By The Littleness Of Them That Should Carry Them Out. Even Emperors Can't Do It All By Themselves.

First The Grub, Then The Morals.

Here Today We Huddle Tight As The Darkest Heathens Might The Snow Falls Chilly On Our Skin The Snow Is Forcing Its Way In. Hush, Snow, Come In With Us To Dwell: We Were Thrown Out By Heaven As Well.

If Art Reflects Life, It Does So With Special Mirrors.

The Aim Of Science Is Not To Open The Door To Infinite Wisdom, But To Set A Limit To Infinite Error.