Nothing Fixes A Thing So Intensely In

Among The Liberal Arts, Let Us Begin With The Art That Liberates Us.

A Wise Man Sees As Much As He Ought, Not As Much As He Can.

It Is In Vain That We Get Upon Stilts, For Once On Them, It Is Still With Our Legs That We Must Walk. And On The Highest Throne In The World We Are Still Sitting On Our Own Ass.

It Is A Small Soul, Buried Beneath The Weight Of Affairs, That Does Not Know How To Get Clean Away From Them, That Cannot Put Them Aside And Pick Them Up Again.

'tis The Sharpness Of Our Mind That Gives The Edge To Our Pains And Pleasures.