Put Not Your Trust In Money, But

For The Simplicity On This Side Of Complexity, I Wouldn't Give You A Fig. But For The Simplicity On The Other Side Of Complexity, For That I Would Give You Anything I Have.

Language Is The Blood Of The Soul Into Which Thoughts Run And Out Of Which They Grow.

The Sea Drowns Out Humanity And Time. It Has No Sympathy With Either, For It Belongs To Eternity; And Of That It Sings Its Monotonous Song Forever And Ever.

The World's Great Men Have Not Commonly Been Great Scholars, Nor Its Great Scholars Great Men.

Whatever Comes From The Brain Carries The Hue Of The Place It Came From, And Whatever Comes From The Heart Carries The Heat And Color Of Its Birthplace.