I Repeat, Whether We Be

Knowledge Is A Weight Added To Conscience.

One Is Not Idle Because One Is Absorbed. There Is Both Visible And Invisible Labor. To Contemplate Is To Toil, To Think Is To Do. The Crossed Arms Work, The Clasped Hands Act. The Eyes Upturned To Heaven Are An Act Of Creation.

If You Look In The Eyes Of The Young, You See Flame. If You Look In The Eyes Of The Old, You See Light.

The Sewer Is The Conscience Of The City.

Style Is The Substance Of The Subject Called Unceasingly To The Surface.