Justice Is A Machine That,

Men Are In Fact, Quite Unable To Control Their Own Inventions; They At Best Develop Adaptability To The New Conditions Those Inventions Create.

There Are Moments When Nature Reveals The Passion Hidden Beneath The Careless Calm Of Her Ordinary Moods-violent Spring Flashing White On Almond-blossom Through The Purple Clouds; A Snowy, Moonlit Peak, With Its Single Star, Soaring Up To The Passionate Blue; Or Against The Flames Of Sunset, An Old Yew-tree Standing Dark Guardian Of Some Fiery Secret.

It's Not Life That Counts But The Fortitude You Bring Into It.

Dreaming Is The Poetry Of Life, And We Must Be Forgiven If We Indulge In It A Little.

He Was Afflicted By The Thought That Where Beauty Was, Nothing Ever Ran Quite Straight, Which No Doubt, Was Why So Many People Looked On It As Immoral.