For, To Conceited Men, All Other Men

Each Man Carries Within Him The Soul Of A Poet Who Died Young.

I Fly Because It Releases My Mind From The Tyranny Of Petty Things.

He Who Has Gone, So We But Cherish His Memory, Abides With Us, More Potent, Nay, More Present Than The Living Man.

We Are Forever Responsible For That Which We Have Tamed.

Freedom And Constraint Are Two Aspects Of The Same Necessity, Which Is To Be What One Is And No Other.