My Friends Are My Estate.

Nothing Is The Force That Renovates The World.

Superiority To Fate Is Difficult To Gain 'tis Not Conferred Of Any But Possible To Earn.

Common Sense Is Almost As Omniscient As God.

These Are The Days When Birds Come Back, A Very Few, A Bird Or Two, To Take A Backward Look.

Inebriate Of Air Am I, And Debauchee Of Dew, Reeling, Through Endless Summer Days, From Inns Of Molten Blue.