Bodily Decay Is Gloomy In Prospect, But

Evil Triumphs When Good Men Do Nothing.

In The Environment, Every Victory Is Temporary, Every Defeat Permanent.

To Learn, You Have To Listen. To Improve, You Have To Try.

Never Yet Could I Find That A Black Had Uttered A Thought Above The Level Of Plain Narration; Never Saw Even An Elemental Trait Of Painting Or Sculpture.

The Past Stays Put, I Just Keep Moving Farther Away From It.