Fermentation Equals Civilization.

Intelligence Recognizes What Has Happened. Genius Recognizes What Will Happen.

One Night I Dreamed I Was Locked In My Father's Watch With Ptolemy And Twenty-one Ruby Stars Mounted On Spheres And The Primum Mobile Coiled And Gleaming To The End Of Space And The Notched Spheres Eating Each Other's Rinds To The Last Tooth Of Time, And The Case Closed.

General Rules Have Been Legislated Into Being By Past Masters.

Spontaneous Is What You Get After The Seventeenth Draft.

At The Next Vacancy For God, If I Am Elected, I Shall Forgive Last The Delicately Wounded Who, Having Been Slugged No Harder Than Anyone Else, Never Got Up Again, Neither To Fight Back, Nor To Finger Their Jaws In Painful Admiration.