Philosophically Considered, The Universe Is Composed Of

I Would Study, I Would Know, I Would Admire Forever.

The Same, The Same: Friend And Foe Are Of One Stuff; The Ploughman, The Plough, And The Furrow, Are Of One Stuff; And The Stuff Is Such, And So Much, That The Variations Of Form Are Unimportant.

In The Vaunted Works Of Art, The Master-stroke Is Nature's Part.

Whoever Fights, Whoever Falls, Justice Conquers Evermore

As A Cure For Worrying, Work Is Better Than Whiskey.