The Noble Soul Reveres Itself

Only Where There Are Graves Are There Resurrections.

What Is The Truth, But A Lie Agreed Upon.

No More Fiction, For Now We Calculate; But That We May Calculate, We Had To Make Fiction First.

In Every Real Man A Child Is Hidden That Wants To Play.

Enjoying Praise Is In Some People Merely A Civility Of The Heart--and Just The Opposite Of A Vanity Of The Spirit.