Where The Apple Reddens Never Pry -

What So Wild As Words Are?

The Only Fault's With Time; All Men Become Good Creatures: But So Slow!

And I Have Written Three Books On The Soul, Proving Absurd All Written Hitherto, And Putting Us To Ignorance Again.

He Who Did Well In War Just Earns The Right, To Begin Doing Well In Peace.

The Aim, If Reached Or Not, Makes Great The Life: Try To Be Shakespeare, Leave The Rest To Fate!