One Man In His Time Plays Many

When I Bestride Him, I Soar, I Am A Hawk: He Trots The Air; The Earth Sings When He Touches It; The Basest Horn Of His Hoof Is More Musical Than The Pipe Of Hermes.

So Wise So Young, They Say, Do Never Live Long.

Determine On Some Course More Than A Wild Exposure To Each Chance.

The Best Is Yet To Come.

The Tongues Of Dying Men Enforce Attention Like Deep Harmony.