Perish The Universe, Provided I Have My

Luckless Is The Country In Which The Symbols Of Procreation Are The Objects Of Shame, While The Agents Of Destruction Are Honored! And Yet You Call That Member Your Pudendum, Or Shameful Part, As If There Were Anything More Glorious Than Creating Life, Or Anything More Atrocious Than Taking It Away.

I May Climb Perhaps To No Great Heights, But I Will Climb Alone.

She Is A Mortal Danger To All Men. She Is Beautiful Without Knowing It, And Possesses Charms That She's Not Even Aware Of. She Is Like A Trap Set By Nature - A Sweet Perfumed Rose In Whose Petals Cupid Lurks In Ambush! Anyone Who Has Seen Her Smile Has Known Perfection. She Instills Grace In Every Common Thing And Divinity In Every Careless Gesture. Venus In Her Shell Was Never So Lovely, And Diana In The Forest Never So Graceful As You.

For An Apple Is In It Self A Little Universe; The Seed, Hotter Than The Other Parts Thereof, Is Its Sun, Which Diffuses About It Self That Natural Heat Which Preserves Its Globe: And In The Onion, The Germ Is The Little Sun Of That Little World, Which Vivifies And Nourishes The Vegetative Salt Of That Little Mass.

After A While The Press Of Business In The Province Put An End To Our Philosophizing, And I Returned With Increased Determination To My Plans To Fly To The Moon.