The Passion For Setting People Right Is

One Detects Creative Power By Its Capacity To Conquer One's Detachment.

The Enslaver Is Enslaved, The Hater, Harmed.

As For Butterflies, I Can Hardly Conceive Of One's Attending Upon You; But To Question The Congruence Of The Complement Is Vain, If It Exists.

The Hands Are The Heart's Messengers.

So Wary As To Disappear For Centuries And Reappear But Never Caught, The Unicorn Has Been Preserved By An Unmatched Device Wrought Like The Work Of Expert Blacksmiths.