Of The Truly Creative No One Is

Love Can Do Much, But Duty More.

It Is The Strange Fate Of Man, That Even In The Greatest Of Evils The Fear Of The Worst Continues To Haunt Him.

Every Idea Appears At First As A Strange Visitor, And When It Begins To Be Realized, It Is Hardly Distinguishable From Fantasy.

One Never Goes Further Than When They Do Not Know Where They Are Going.

All Things Are Only Transitory.