I Am What I Am, So Take

The Little Man Is Still A Man.

The Woman-soul Leadeth Us Upward And On!

Where A Man Has A Passion For Meditating Without The Capacity Of Thinking, A Particular Idea Fixes Itself Fast, And Soon Creates A Mental Disease.

I Bid The Chords Sweet Music Make, And All Must Follow In My Wake.

We Are Our Own Aptest Deceiver.