Philosophy: A Purple Bullfinch In A Lilac

The Hippopotamus's Day Is Passed In Sleep; At Night He Hunts; God Works In A Mysterious Way- The Church Can Sleep And Feed At Once.

The Communication Of The Dead Is Tongued With Fire Beyond The Language Of The Living.

There Is Not A More Repulsive Spectacle Than On Old Man Who Will Not Forsake The World, Which Has Already Forsaken Him.

The Immature Poet Imitates, The Mature Poet Plagiarizes.

There Is One Who Remembers The Way To Your Door: Life You May Evade, But Death You Shall Not.