Ink Is The Blood Of The Printing-press.

Virtue That Wavers Is Not Virtue, But Vice Revolted From Itself, And After A While Returning. The Actions Of Just And Pious Men Do Not Darken In Their Middle Course.

A Good Principle Not Rightly Understood May Prove As Hurtful As A Bad.

All Hell Broke Loose.

Above The Smoke And Stir Of This Dim Spot Which Men Call Earth.

Taste This, And Be Henceforth Among The Gods Thyself A Goddess.