Revolt And Terror Pay A Price. Order

It Is Necessary ... For A Man To Go Away By Himself ... To Sit On A Rock ... And Ask, 'who Am I, Where Have I Been, And Where Am I Going?

Poetry Is A Fossil Rock-print Of A Fin And A Wing, With An Illegible Oath Between.

Lay Me On An Anvil, O God. Beat Me And Hammer Me Into A Steel Spike.

A Tree Is Best Measured When It Is Down - And So It Is With People.

History Is A Living Horse Laughing At A Wooden Horse. History Is A Wind Blowing Where It Listeth. History Is No Sure Thing To Bet On. History Is A Box Of Tricks With A Lost Key. History Is A Labyrinth Of Doors With Sliding Panels, A Book Of Ciphers With The Code In A Cave Of The Saragossa Sea. History Says, If It Pleases, Excuse Me, I Beg Your Pardon, It Will Never Happen Again If I Can Help It.