We Would Be Ashamed Of Our Best

Those Who Do Not Weep, Do Not See.

The Sewer Is The Conscience Of The City.

It Seemed To Be A Necessary Ritual That He Should Prepare Himself For Sleep By Meditating Under The Solemnity Of The Night Sky... A Mysterious Transaction Between The Infinity Of The Soul And The Infinity Of The Universe.

There Shall Be No Slavery Of The Mind.

Genius Is A Promontory Jutting Out Into The Infinite.