Rest Is For The Dead.

At The Bottom There Is No Perfect History; There Is None Such Conceivable. All Past Centuries Have Rotted Down, And Gone Confusedly Dumb And Quiet.

It Is Through Symbols That Man Consciously Or Unconsciously Lives, Works And Has His Being.

The Battle That Never Ends Is The Battle Of Belief Against Disbelief

Respectable Professors Of The Dismal Science.

The Leafy Blossoming Present Time Springs From The Whole Past, Remembered And Unrememberable.