To Multiply The Harbors Does Not Reduce

Twin Loaves Of Bread Have Just Been Born Into The World Under My Auspices. Fine Children, The Image Of Their Mother. And Here, My Dear Friend, Is The Glory.

'arcturus' Is His Other Name- I'd Rather Call Him 'star.' It's Very Mean Of Science To Go And Interfere!

Success Is Counted Sweetest / By Those Who Ne'er Succeed.

I Felt It Shelter To Speak To You.

I Cling To Nowhere Until I Fall - The Crash Of Nothing.