The Idea Of Christ Is Much Older

I Have No Axe To Grind; Only My Thoughts To Burnish.

The One Who Does Not Remember History Is Bound To Live Through It Again

Never Have I Enjoyed Youth So Thoroughly As I Have In My Old Age

The Fly That Prefers Sweetness To A Long Life May Drown In Honey.

I Have Imagination, And Nothing That Is Real Is Alien To Me.