The Rapture Of Pursuing Is The Prize

Day Of The Lord, As All Our Days Should Be!

A Young Critic Is Like A Boy With A Gun; He Fires At Every Living Thing He Sees. He Thinks Only Of His Own Skill, Not Of The Pain He Is Giving.

With Useless Endeavour Forever, Forever, Is Sisyphus Rolling His Stone Up The Mountain!

A Man Must Be Of A Very Quiet And Happy Nature, Who Can Long Endure The Country; And, Moreover, Very Well Contented With His Own Insignificant Person.

The World Loves A Spice Of Wickedness.