Wine And The Sun Will Make Vinegar

We Have All Got To Exert Ourselves A Little To Keep Sane, And Call Things By The Same Names As Other People Call Them By.

All Our Ignorance Brings Us Closer To Death.

The Golden Moments In The Stream Of Life Rush Past Us, And We See Nothing But Sand; The Angels Come To Visit Us, And We Only Know Them When They Are Gone.

Truth Has Rough Flavours If We Bite It Through.

Do We Not All Agree To Call Rapid Thought And Noble Impulse By The Name Of Inspiration?