Men Should Take Their Knowledge From The

All Men Are Poets At Heart.

Come, See The North-wind's Masonry, Out Of An Unseen Quarry Evermore Furnished With Tile, The Fierce Artificer Curves His White Bastions With Projected Roof Round Every Windward Stake, Or Tree, Or Door. Speeding, The Myriad-handed, His Wild Work So Fanciful, So Savage, Naught Cares He For Number Or Proportion.

The Intelligent Have A Right Over The Ignorant; Namely, The Right Of Instructing Them.

Revolutions Go Not Backward.

The Condition Which High Friendship Demands Is Ability To Do Without It.