Upon The Creatures We Have Made, We

Riches Amassed In Haste Will Diminish; But Those Collected By Hand And Little By Little Will Multiply.

In The End We Are All Separate: Our Stories, No Matter How Similar, Come To A Fork And Diverge. We Are Drawn To Each Other Because Of Our Similarities, But It Is Our Differences We Must Learn To Respect.

Perfection Is The Measure Of Heaven, And The Wish To Be Perfect The Measure Of Man.

What Reason Would Grope For In Vain, Spontaneous Impulse Ofttimes Achieves At A Stroke, With Light And Pleasureful Guidance.

In Comradeship Is Danger Countered Best.