It Is Never Too Late To Be

The Poverty Of Our Imagination Is No Measure Of Say The World's Resources. Our Posterity Will No Doubt Get Fuel In Ways That We Are Unable To Devise For Them.

History, We Know, Is Apt To Repeat Itself.

I Flutter All Ways, And Fly In None.

All Meanings, We Know, Depend On The Key Of Interpretation.

Those Only Can Thoroughly Feel The Meaning Of Death Who Know What Is Perfect Love.