Thought Makes Everything Fit For Use.

My Gentleman Gives The Law Where He Is; He Will Outpray Saints In Chapel, Outgeneral Veterans In The Field, And Outshine All Courtesy In The Hall. He Is Good Company For Pirates, And Good With Academicians; So That It Is Useless To Fortify Yourself Against Him; He Has The Private Entrance To All Minds, And I Could As Easily Exclude Myself, As Him.

That Which Builds Is Better Than That Which Is Built.

All Is A Riddle, And The Key To A Riddle...is Another Riddle.

All Loss, All Pain, Is Particular; The Universe Remains To The Heart Unhurt.

I Do Not Wonder At A Snowflake, A Shell, A Summer Landscape, Or The Glory Of The Stars; But At The Necessity Of Beauty Under Which The Universe Lies.