There Is No Mistake So Great As

Wisdom Is Sold In A Desolate Marketplace Where None Can Come To Buy.

Tyger! Tyger! Burning Bright In The Forests Of The Night, What Immortal Hand Or Eye Could Frame Thy Fearful Symmetry?

Does The Eagle Know What Is In The Pit Or Wilt Thou Go Ask The Mole? Can Wisdom Be Put In A Silver Rod, Or Love In A Golden Bowl?

The Man Who Never Alters His Opinions Is Like Standing Water, And Breeds Reptiles Of The Mind.

Mutual Forgiveness Of Each Vice. Such Are The Gates Of Paradise.