Fate Loves The Fearless.

The Path Of Nature Is, Indeed, A Narrow One, And It Is Only The Immortals That Seek It, And, When They Find It, Do Not Find Themselves Cramped Therein.

The Foolish And The Dead Alone Never Change Their Opinions.

Here Come The Hum The Golden Bees Underneath Full Blossomed Trees, At Once With Glowing Fruit And Flowers Crowned.

Reading Chaucer Is Like Brushing Through The Dewy Grass At Sunrise.

The Greatest Homage We Can Pay To Truth, Is To Use It.