Many Might Go To Heaven With Half

If You Would Not Be Known To Do Anything, Never Do It.

We Don't Grow Old. When We Cease To Grow, We Become Old.

We Lie In The Lap Of Immense Intelligence.

Is Not, Indeed, Every Man A Student, And Do Not All Things Exist For The Student's Behoof?

A Friend Is Janus-faced: He Looks To The Past And The Future. He Is The Child Of All My Foregoing Hours, The Prophet Of Those To Come, And The Harbinger Of A Greater Friend.