We Talk Of Choosing Our Friends, But

I Think No Virtue Goes With Size;the Reason Of All Cowardiceis, That Men Are Overgrown,and, To Be Valiant, Must Come Downto The Titmouse Dimension.

Everyone I Meet Is In Some Way My Superior.

The Dice Of God Are Always Loaded.

Genius Is Its Own End.

Let Us Take Our Bloated Nothingness Out Of The Path Of The Divine Circuits.