There Is No Dignity In Wickedness, Whether

There Are Times When Even The Most Potent Governor Must Wink At Transgression, In Order To Preserve The Laws Inviolate For The Future.

There Is One Knows Not What Sweet Mystery About This Sea, Whose Gently Awful Stirrings Seem To Speak Of Some Hidden Soul Beneath.

True Places Are Not Found On Maps.

All Profound Things, And Emotions Of Things Are Preceded And Attended By Silence.

The Eyes Are The Gateway To The Soul.