It Is The Province Of Knowledge To

Me Wretched! Let Me Curr To Quercine Shades! Effund Your Albid Hausts, Lactiferous Maids! O, Might I Vole To Some Umbrageous Clump,-- Depart,--be Off,--excede,--evade,--erump!

Whatever Comes From The Brain Carries The Hue Of The Place It Came From, And Whatever Comes From The Heart Carries The Heat And Color Of Its Birthplace.

Have The Courage To Act Instead Of React.

What A Blessed Thing It Is, That Nature, When She Invented, Manufactured, And Patented Her Authors, Contrived To Make Critics Out Of The Chips That Were Left!

Leverage Is Everything-don't Begin To Pry Until You've Got The Long Arm On Your Side.