All Things Must; Man Is

It Is Not Flesh And Blood, But Heart Which Makes Us Fathers And Sons.

Spring Flies, And With It All The Train It Leads; And Flowers, In Fading, Leave Us But Their Seeds.

The Reason For You Complaint Lies, It Seems To Me, In The Constraint Which Your Intellect Imposes Upon Your Imagination. Here I Will Make An Observation, And Illustrate It By An Allegory. Apparently, It Is Not Good-and Indeed It Hinders The Creative Work Of The Mind-if The If The Intellect Examines Too Closely The Ideas Pouring In, As It Were, At The Gates.

The History Of The World Is The World's Court Of Justice.

The Hat Is The Pride Of Man; For He Who Cannot Keep His Hat On Before Kings And Emperors Is No Free Man.