Thy Decay's Still Impregnate With Divinity.

Retirement Accords With The Tone Of My Mind; I Will Not Descend To A World I Despise.

Well, Well, The World Must Turn Upon Its Axis, And All Mankind Turn With It, Heads Or Tails, And Live And Die, Make Love And Pay Our Taxes, And As The Veering Winds Shift, Shift Our Sails.

I Speak Not Of Men's Creeds—they Rest Between Man And His Maker.

Prolonged Endurance Tames The Bold.

Books, Manuals, Directives, Regulations. The Geometries That Circumscribe Your Working Life Draw Norrower And Norrower Until Nothing Fits Inside Them Anymore.