Live While Ye May, Yet

The First And Wisest Of Them All Professed To Know This Only, That He Nothing Knew.

You Can Make Hell Out Of Heaven And Heaven Out Of Hell. It's All In The Mind.

So Spake The Seraph Abdiel, Faithful Found; Among The Faithless, Faithful Only He.

If It Come To Prohibiting, There Is Aught More Likely To Be Prohibited Than Truth Itself.

What Needs My Shakespeare For His Honour'd Bones,- The Labour Of An Age In Piled Stones? Or That His Hallow'd Relics Should Be Hid Under A Star-y-pointing Pyramid? Dear Son Of Memory, Great Heir Of Fame, What Need'st Thou Such Weak Witness Of Thy Name?