Mediocrity Has No Greater Consolation Than In

As Man Is, So Is His God. And Thus Is God Oft Strangely Odd.

Time Is A Strange Thing. It Is A Whimsical Tyrant, Which In Every Century Has A Different Face For All That One Says And Does.

He Who Moves Not Forward, Goes Backward.

Nothing Is Worth More Than This Day. You Cannot Relive Yesterday. Tomorrow Is Still Beyond Your Reach.

Because Everyone Uses Language To Talk, Everyone Thinks He Can Talk About Language.