Oh, What A Void There Is In

Confined To Common Life Thy Numbers Flow, And Neither Soar Too High Nor Sink Too Low; There Strength And Ease In Graceful Union Meet, Though Polished, Subtle, And Though Poignant, Sweet; Yet Powerful To Abash The From Of Crime And Crimson Error's Cheek With Sportive Rhyme. [lat., Verba Togae Sequeris, Junctura Callidus Acri, Ore Teres Modico, Pallentes Radere Mores Doctus, Et Ingenuo Culpam Defigere Ludo.]

Check Disease In Its Approach.

The Stomach Is The Teacher Of The Arts And The Dispenser Of Invention.

Is Then Thy Knowledge Of No Value, Unless Another Know That Thou Possessest That Knowledge?

Oh, What A Void There Is In Things.