Taste Is The Common Sense Of Genius.

Progress Is The Stride Of God.

He Saw Before Him Two Roads, Both Equally Straight ; But He Saw Two; And That Terrified Him — Him, Who Had Never In His Life Known But One Straight Line. And, Bitter Anguish, These Two Roads Were Contradictory.

Animals Are Nothing But The Portrayal Of Our Virtues And Vices Made Manifest To Our Eyes, The Visible Reflections Of Our Souls.

By Putting Forward The Hands Of The Clock You Shall Not Advance The Hour.

Let Us Sacrifice One Day To Gain Perhaps A Whole Life.