The Crowd Will Follow A Leader Who

Poor Is The Power Of The Lead That Becomes Bullets Compared To The Power Of The Hot Metal That Becomes Types.

The Stream Of Time Sweeps Away Errors, And Leaves The Truth For The Inheritance Of Humanity.

Any Feeling That I Was Enriching My Mind From Those Surrounding Me Was Unfortunately Rare With Me.

But When I Was Twelve Years Old I Caught My First Strong Glimpse Of One Of The Fundamental Forces Of Existence, Whose Votary I Was Destined To Be For Life - Namely, Beauty.

When I Was A Little Boy I Did Not, Of Course, Trouble Much About My Appearance.