The Controls Of Life Are Structured As

Worship The Spirit Of Criticism. If Reduced To Itself It Is Not An Awakener Of Ideas Or A Stimulant To Great Things, But, Without It, Everything Is Fallible; It Always Has The Last Word.

Virulence Appears In A New Light Which Cannot But Be Alarming To Humanity; Unless Nature, In Her Evolution Down The Ages (an Evolution Which, As We Now Know, Has Been Going On For Millions, Nay, Hundreds Of Millions Of Years), Has Finally Exhausted All The Possibilities Of Producing Virulent Or Contagious Diseases - Which Does Not Seem Very Likely.

The Controls Of Life Are Structured As Forms And Nuclear Arrangements, In A Relation With The Motions Of The Universe.

Nothing Is Lost And Nothing Is Created In The Operations Of Art As Those Of Nature.

My Strength Lies Solely In My Tenacity.