I Work For Posterity, These Things Requiring

If Money Be Not Thy Servant, It Will Be Thy Master.

The Subtlety Of Nature Is Greater Many Times Over Than The Subtlety Of The Senses And Understanding.

We Rise To Great Heights By A Winding Staircase Of Small Steps.

Imagination Was Given To Man To Compensate Him For What He Is Not; A Sense Of Humor To Console Him For What He Is.

I Believe In Deeply Ordered Chaos