It Was Autumn, The Springtime Of Death.

Often, Moreover, It Is...that Aspect Of Our Being That Society Finds Eccentric, Ridiculous, Or Disagreeable, That Holds Our Sweet Waters, Our Secret Well Of Happiness, The Key To Our Equanimity In Malevolent Climes.

Genius May Stand On The Shoulders Of Giants, But It Stands Alone.

Meet Me In Cognito, Baby. In Cognito, We'll Have Nothing To Hide.

In The End What Will Prevail Is Your Passion Not Your Tale, For Love Is The Holy Grail.

Purpose! Purposes Are For Animals With A Hell Of A Lot More Dignity Than The Human Race! Just Hop On That Strange Torpedo And Ride It To Wherever It's Going.