I Am In You And You In

To Chloe's Breast Young Cupid Slily Stole, But He Crept In At Myra's Pocket-hole.

Nothing Is Real Beyond Imaginative Patterns Men Make Of Reality.

What Is The Price Of Experience? Do Men Buy It For A Song? Or Wisdom For A Dance In The Street? No, It Is Bought With The Price Of All The Man Hath, His House, His Wife, His Children.

The Hours Of Folly Are Measured By The Clock; But Of Wisdom, No Clock Can Measure.

The Man Who Pretends To Be A Modest Enquirer Into The Truth Of A Self-evident Thing Is A Knave.