No Sensible Person Ever Made An Apology.

The Maker Of A Sentence Launches Out Into The Infinite And Builds A Road Into Chaos And Old Night, And Is Followed By Those Who Hear Him With Something Of Wild, Creative Delight.

Gross And Obscure Natures, However Decorated, Seem Impure Shambles; But Character Gives Splendor To Youth, And Awe To Wrinkled Skin And Gray Hairs.

If You Don't Ride In The Rain, You Don't Ride.

Knowledge Exists To Be Imparted.

Conversation Is An Evanescent Relation,--no More.